Sunday, August 28, 2011

Hebe's concert DVD

Hey people (if there are any out there), I accidentally got Hebe's concert DVD when I wanted to get her CD. Does anyone this perfect, brand new DVD for $20? It's 10% cheaper than what's out there and she did a pretty cool rendition of Jolin's 舞娘 in that concert.

Please please buy from me..

 

Monday, August 08, 2011

Salesgirls that give all things sales a bad name

You know, if there is one thing I seriously detest, it will be salesgirls who make their defective products out to be the very best.

The first (milder) case I met was at this Potpur shop in Wisma, where this girl tried to make me buy everything I glanced at even though I was looking for some office wear and she kept throwing me some ah lian party clothes. When I told her that what I thought she chose wasn't formal enough, I got that standard response of such assholes '不会!很多office girl 都喜欢!他们都讲可以穿去office!"

KNN. I know my office better or you and your oh-so-fake eyelashes and bumpy skin know my office better?

The second, outright cheating, case was by this woman at the shoe shop Pazzion in Marina Square.

I saw a pair of shoes, a very pretty beige in colour with wooden heels. Finally a viable alternative to my boring black heels and a better match to all my black dresses! BUT, strange.. This pair of pretty beige shoes had creases in one of its shoes that no other shoe of the same design had. So I took it to the salesgirl and asked for a new pair.

She cast a look at it and came back to me, saying the shoe is like that. And to prove her point, she wanted to take out a pair of the black version to show it to me. But when she took it out, she very quickly shoved it back into the box, and pretended (or so I interpreted) to be distracted by me saying that I already had the black ones.

So anyway after looking at the creases for moments longer, I decided it was simply unacceptable, and asked for a new pair. She very promptly replied me that there weren't anymore of them. Because they were new arrivals. How much more blatant could that lie be.

Then she very kindly offered to call up other outlets to ask if they had any, and sure enough, 5 minutes of talking on the phone later, assuming she did, she told me other outlets didn't have anymore of those shoes. Disappointed, I decided to take my leave. The crease was simply too eye-catching to me.

Just before I left, I asked her when will new stock arrive, and she told me in a really matter-of-fact way, that any more of the same design will only come in September to October, and that was really the last pair available.

Upon leaving the shop, Alvin googled for other Pazzion outlets in Singapore, and found one in Bugis. We went there, saw the same pair of pretty beige shoes, asked for my size and got one immediately. Perfect, smooth and beautiful.

That bitch seriously deserves to have her face slapped swollen!

Sunday, August 07, 2011

The shredder and me

I used to think that I had a sadistic streak in me that I wasn't afraid of showing. I love setting paper on fire, shredding my notes to oblivion, and tearing things up. The coward in me must commence those acts with only legal and legitimate reasons of course.

The other day, when I finally found the office shredder empty enough, I decided to take the liberty to shred away my waste paper for the day. But by the time I put in the second or third piece of ultra-confidential information, watching it quiver helplessly down the mouth of the mechanical shredder, I suddenly felt shy of my delight in episodes of destruction.

In the end, the remaining lot got deposited into the confidential waste bin, whole.