I am a pig

I am such a pig.

*snorts*

*snorts*

I have been trying for the past few days, racking my brains out, on the verge of pulling my hair out, to try to find the most suitable hosting site for my online store.

And after that have been trying to transfer the photos and description and every single itty bitty, trying to beautify it, paid for the premium package, and now its ready to be launched!

BUT

the domain that i bought from the previous website can only be transferred after 60 days from the date it was purchased!

*faints*

i so badly wanted it to be launched today in view of the screening of the drama tmr.

*cries*

Why did i have to switch the hosting site then?

1. The previous one blurrified my images.
2. The previous one needs flash player to load and can't be viewed on Iphone. And most people are apple fans ):
3. The slider view is retarded, in other words, not smooth and makes my photos stuck.

In short, I'm still stuck at the site.

and what's worse, I've paid for the premium package at the other hosting site too!

If I cancel, I get my money back, but i LOSE all my designs, waste my time and effort.

If I don't cancel, I waste my money.

It's really the saying of  血汗钱-blood sweat money

Above are the 5 images that I was promised in return for the sponsorship of my designs (:

Check out the synopsis here!

One more day for the drama-Perfect Deception to be aired!

6 December, 10.30pm on Channel 5 (: 

At the meantime, please make do with the problemaaaaatic site *clicks*

Didn't had time to post my new hair cut until i was suffering from serious food allergy yesterday ):

tried this new type of canned abalone, its called Limpets. And immediately broke into severe pain and itch.

Went to the doctor who wanted to give me pills, but diagnosed that my condition was serious and decided to give me a jab on the butt.

but apparently it wasn't strong enough so she gave me another jab on the arm. and it still hurts!

i thought it was better. But as soon as i stepped out of the clinic, i started to have difficulties breathing, couldnt walk and i was shivering all over ):

Papa decided that I had to go to the hospital, and so I went, but i refused to take the ambulance. Thankfully there was a new hospital in the north area and i reached there in about 10 mins. If i had to go to SGH, i'll prolly faint.

My brother put me on the wheelchair cos i really couldn't walk anymore. He later pushed me into this room where there was beds and doctors and nurses and machines. I was shivering badly and couldn't breathe properly. The doctor gave me a jab in the end to flush out the allergy thingy. and the side effects of that drug made me had this never-ending headache and i kept tossing and turning on the bed cos it was really very uncomfortable. 

My condition seemed to be improving but my blood pressure was too low. So the doctor put me on the drip and she said if I finished the drip I could leave. but apparently after one drip my blood pressure was still too low,( i think it was 103/52) so I had to be put on another drip. 

there was this period of time i tossed so much blood started flowing out in the tube, instead of the liquid flowing into my body. then i just stared at the bloody tube, trying to figure out how to get the blood back into the body. then suddenly the machine which measures my heartbeat and blood pressure started beeping really loudly, and i tilted my head to look at it. the blood pressure fell to (90+/43). I was so freaked out, cos the normal levels should be approx(120/80). Luckily it was cos of my tossing and turning that the wrap around my arm came loose. phew. if after one packet of drip and my blood pressure dipped even lower, i'm a goner.

I was kept for observation for like 5 hours, and my last meal was my lunch ): Kinda got out of the clinic at 3plus am. before i left, there was this new patient who walked in the area. He's like super cool. he just pointed that he wanted the bed and not the armchair. He pushed up his long sleeve shirt, and shirt: I have allergy, rashes, and pointed to his hand. then the nurse gave him some medicine and jab, he played with his phone for a while, and went to sleep. so calm. so peaceful. so cool.

and me,on the bed next to him, was in a mess. Couldn't walk, difficulty in breathing, crying from the pain from the jabs. yes i hate and i'm really scared of injections. and the doctor had to wipe my tears away. couldn't move a bit or care how messy my hair looked. With a tube pricked into my hand.

That guy is cool.

sometimes,shit just happens

A few of you may wonder, why did i suddenly stop putting my designs at The Haji for sale.
its not that sales was bad.
there were people who loved my designs.

its the management that made me really pissed off.
They owed me my deposit of about $100, and my final month sales of $200plus, not to forget the website which they promised to be wonderful, and yet did not deliver it, and that cost me $300 which was supposed to be up for a year.

I have the contract in black and white, but apparently when i consulted the HELP from the Small claims, the person reviewed that signing a contract also means accepting the risk that the other contracted party will go back on its words. so technically, it seems, even signing the contract has no use, when u meet people like THE HAJI.

The haji/ paper people -->49A Haji Lane S189242
www.thehaji.com

They refuse to pick up my calls, or answer my emails. and even if they did, the boss, suffian will just push the responsibility to Juliah who was supposed to give me payment. which she never did. Even if the line got through and they gave their word to pay me, they did not. I made a few trips down with my kind friends who gladly sacrificed the time for me. They were always not in the shop, and the sales person always only asked me to leave my contact and get suffian/juliah to get back to me. But needless to say, they didn't.

I did my part, paid the rent on time but they never did. No proper website, no sales payment and report biweekly. In fact, i was the one who provided the sales report from my constant recording when i did stock counting. There was even the incident when they even calculated wrongly after draggin the payment for the initial months.

I still recalled one incident when one bracelet was stolen, and juliah refuses to take responsibility, saying that she will get the money from the salesgirl and then give it to me. needless to say, i didn't receive the money. its only when my bestie went down with me, and made them pay me for my lost item. How can they shirk such responsibility when they were the ones who employed the salesgirl and had security camera.

I made a police report, and was directed to go back to small claims. I wanted to file a report initially and sent The Haji a letter out of niceness and they promised to return me the money. when Juliah asked me to go to the shop to collect the money, i thought i'll finally have my money back. but the shop was closed. and i couldn't contact her after that. i was too miffed and irritated to go and make a big fuss via the small claims. its too much unhappiness for me to take.

I was approached by their staff to put my things there for sale, promised of a decent working website and prompt payment, which of course, nothing was delivered.

this post may inadvertably be advertisement for them. but i can no longer stomach the negative feelings i have for them, and all blog owners should be wary of this shop. I have been kind enough to give them chances and chances, to wait patiently for the payment, and this is the limit.

oh wait. did i also forget to mention that juliah threw a pen at me and my bestie and raised her voice to say :" i'm not going to pay, i just refuse to pay now, what are you going to do" when my bestie tried to get back the deposit of $100 in advance when they were making earlier payments

it has been almost a year from when they owed me my last payment.
i'm about to start work too. just take it that life is unfair, and its a lesson earned. I'm going to focus on boosting to my etsy sales as i do not wish to go through such experiences again.

thinking of that shop just spoils my mood.