Friday, November 17, 2006 | 8:21 AM

Freakout day at Luxasia

Was actually still quite excited about the interview this morning yet everything just went wrong during the short trip from Pasir Ris to Eunos....the stupid sky suddenly decide to rain heavily just when i was reaching Eunos mrt station. Benig the usual me I obviously DONT bring umbrella out....Did contemplate taking a cab in to save the trouble but it was terribly hard to get a cab during peak hour plus it so happen that the bus I THOUGHT I was suppose to take came. Apparently boarding the bus was a terrible mistake because I have no idea y, my farecard actually cant work and it's blacklisted for dunno what stupid reason!!! It was SO embarressing can! Everyone was staring and it dosent help that I look so totally out of place because most of the people on that bus were dressed in airforce uniform....Anyway thankfully I happened to have enough coins and so I just paid up n hide to one corner of e bus and pretend to stare at the floor...So thinking I will reach the interview place real early I happily start counting the bus stops because I was suppose to get off the bus at the 8th stop, walk across the road and get to the building....simple as ABC (or so I thought). The worst thing ever actually happened to me next.....I cant believe i actually end up so 'lang bei'! When I got to the 'right' bus stop, I was like super skeptical...the surroundings were like constructions sites full of bangalas and cement mixers and pilers ( you get the picture!).....and I look totally like a sore thumb standing at the stupid bus stop shocked and dunno what the shit to do....plus it was still raining! All those stupid bangals all staring like hell like lions see zebras or something like that.....disgusting.....so obviously I have NO choice but to try to walk out of that stupid place and try to catch a cab in the rain....really felt like crying because I never so lost before in such a place where all you see is construction sites....and I was panicking because I thought I'll be late for the interview too...tried calling the luxasia office to ask for directions but the lady also couldnt help or direct me at all! What the shit!

At this moment this slivery grey car just pulled up and a guy in airforce uniform asked if I need a lift to go uphill (he thought I wanted to get to the airbase). Told him I was looking for Luxasia building and not too sure where it was. And he stun me by offering me a ride and said even though he dunno where the building was he could make a loop and drop me off at a more 'civilised' place so I can get a cab. Really didnt dare or plan on hitching a ride but at that point of time it's either I get into the car or continue to be stuck in that terrible place and being visually raped by those bangalas in the rain in my white top. Obviously I pick that guy since I didnt think he would try to do anything funny in broad daylight in his uniform and it helps that he's either a captain or a major...cant really remember plus he not that young (late 30ss or early 40ss??) so instints tells me that he should be a regular and there is a high chance that no regular at this kinda age will try to do anything stupid to jeopadize his job. Anyway, although I forgot to take note of your number plate and you wont read this, a special note to John....thanks for the help you gave to a total stranger even though you were really near your workplace, for dropping me off at Luxasia building(saw that stupid building once we got out of the loop) , for being my angel at the point when I was at my worst-off moment and for the well wishes for my interview(the only good luck wish I got). Even though most probably we wont meet again and I wont get the job at Luxasia, I will always remember that I once received help from you before.

And one thing I realised at the point of time when I was trapped there...as in realised why I felt so panicky and lost, it wasnt only because I was running late for the interview with a company that I was interested in, it was because at that point of time I realised there wasnt anyone for me to turn to...same as when I finished the terrible interview and am dying to tell someone what happened to me....I literatlly had no one who was really free to listen to me...its like all my close friends and besties where either working or overseas....and it dosent feel good to know that I cant really tell him about it too....I did tell him the gist of it but thats not the same as getting the whole chunk off your chest to make yourself feel better...he's either too tired or just cant be bothered to really listen...I dont know and wonder why....and what does that imply...its really that godamn hard to listen meh? And Im the kind who super need to rant so that I can get over it....maybe I'm not excatly making sense here but its all mixed up thoughts and feelings pented up too long...