I hate late nights.

So many stuff have happened, shall blog them soon.

Just wanna say that I hate late nights, cos they will make me get emotional when I listen to love songs.

I'll leave for a better place.

An unexpected opportunity.

Pardon my week-long absence, as it has been a rather busy week for me. I've finally taken a break for the next few weeks before my enlistment, and will be working a few days every now and then.

After this whole experience at a particular departmental store, I believe I'm not used to working in such an environment, especially when it's inevitable to be part of the politics between brands, with promoters quarreling every single now and then. I must say that my fellow promoters treat me very well.

Most importantly, I had one of the best customer experiences with people, and that it will etch a memory in me forever. One of the customers and his mum offered to shake my hand because he was thankful and grateful for what I've done for him and I was extremely happy.

But there was this particular customer which I must mention. I remembered vividly that he came to buy bedsheets, and he wanted to buy a few sets. He had trouble finding suitable colours, so I asked him about his wall and tile colours, and further on asking what kind of look and feel he wants for his room.

I gave him my opinion based on my visualisation, and helped him to match. He was quite indecisive because he was quite unsure about his mattress size and such, and he ended up buying a set. He was thankful and apologise to me for taking so much of my time. He then further asked for a namecard or any contact number that I could give, so that he can further request for me when he comes down to the departmental store.

I ended up giving him my personal namecard which states that I'm a graphic designer.

Few days later, I received a call from OWELL Bodycare, and the caller knew that I was working as a bedlinen promoter and that my service was extremely good. She also knew I studied design, and further on asked: Are you interested in being a Visual Merchandiser?

She said that I will be in-charge of some operational stuff and be in-charge of their displays and such. She hopes to be in contact with me, and said that she is willing to wait until I finish my National Service before hiring me. Of course, I need to work as a part-timer to understand the nature of their products and such.

I was in a state of shock, and I was overwhelmed.

I mean, seriously?!

What are the chances of a customer helping to refer you to do other jobs?

I know that there's no way that this customer will see this, but I just wanna say this:

Thank you sir, for appreciating the stuff that I've done and believing in me. And you gave me this opportunity to work with your contacts. Words can never describe how grateful and thankful I am to you, but I'm really overwhelmed with your kindness. I hope that one day if I ever see you again, I would like to take the chance to shake your hand in gratefulness. Thank you very much!!

I hate my personality.

Yesterday, I had a fellow colleague who shouted and pointing at me using his index finger at me in the sales floor right in front of fellow promoters and customers.

Come to think of it, it wasn't totally my fault, but I decided to apologise and give in because I didn't want a quarrel. But this guy kept shouting at my female colleague, asking her to quarrel after finishing work, to see who wins or whatsoever.

I was in a state of shock. In my years as a promoter, I never get shouted by any departmental store managers or supervisors, and I got shouted by another brand's promoter, accusing me of: don't you know the law here?

I somehow felt scared I must say.

After this incident, I hated myself. People say that I'm someone who's too nice, and too soft-hearted. That probably resulted in me being bullied by friends, and always attempting to retreat during a quarrel.


I mean, I have my own temper, and it's just that I haven't flare up my real temper to most people.

I know most people will probably retaliate given my position but for me I just chicken out.


I hate myself. Why am I like that?