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Saturday, October 30, 2004
stuff that happened at work i think i should share
today, as i was happily rinsing some cups and irritating the hell outta chandra, this white thrash of an angmoh street ah beng came into l'in contro. he was decked in a white singlet with a scar across his right upper arm, carrying a plastic bag of thrash. he walked into the bar area and said, 'can i borrow a knife?' like, ok... then chandra obviously asked him what the fuck for and told him to scram. then he rushed off. as he did, this other thrashy lookin guy appeared and the white thrash no 1 started chasing him. hmm... i was wonderin if he would return the knife if he borrowed it. just yesterday, this cute model looking italian dude was flirting with me, in an attempt to pick me up. hah, and i jus smiled and got on with work.. how very cool. there was once this old couple came in to have some wine and foccacias. they wanted to pay using credit but alas, our bloody lousy machine screwed up. so i told her it was impossible, then she went, 'i want to pay by credit'. i told her there was an atm nearby. and she nearly yelled, 'i want to pay by credit!' finally she signed a cheque for dinner. heh. once, i served this a customer and had to set a saucer for his coffee. as i did, this mini roach nymph was happily scrambling about on the saucer in front of the customer. and i nearly did the 'euuw' out loud. thank God for composure cos i jus threw it away as calmly as humanly possible and get him a weak don't-worry-bout-it smile. another time, a large group of 20 guys came in for breakfast after a night of crazy pubbing. as they all had the same table number, i didn't know who ordered what. so, as i walked towards them, the whole group of half-asleep drunks started applauding like boisterous primary school boys as they were so hungry. then every subsequent time i served out their brekky, i would asked, 'anyone ordered an eggs benedict ?' and several hands would shoot up like in primary two when your teacher plays see-who-can-answer-this-question-first-will-get-some-candy. hmm.. aussie blokes. for those who don't know, lin con is kinda alfresco based cafe. hence, there are many irritating pigeons hanging around for bits of foccacia. one fine day, this dyin pigeon stood right smack in the middle of the lin con entrance. its head was kinda sucked into the neck and it couldn't hop or fly. it was more or less crawling with its wings, or attempting to. and it was fat. my supervisor, long, being afraid of pigeons asked me to move it to the side. but i am bird phobic, kinda anyway, so i used this broom thingy to push it away. and the bird jus kinda rolled over and over and over in a sad melancholic fashion. no, i am not evil. it's just that birds are dumb and ugly and irritating. i'll even choose the cat over a bird, much less a pigeon. ok, lots more but time constraint. so too bad. bye. i am so random so why aren't you? too tired to wait for all your moods. Thursday, October 28, 2004
i've made many many wondrous plans this summer in singapore.. i can't wait. then i've also made many plans for this summer in melbourne and it's gonna be great. it has to be. i've found sunshine here and it's makng me glow like a golden flowergirl. i wish it was literally. damn that j.lo and her effortless glow. anyhow.. there's so much to do in singapore and melbourne.. i want the best of both.. and therefore i shall..
becky, in response to your entry: you make yourself free cos it's always you. bad time organinsation. i'm so looking forward to latenightprata hollandchilling touristguiding golfgothdays 50centkltrips hongkongvisits fishncomania americanclubya oysterloading gymjunking maplewoodsflinging christmashappy chjimessashayin froglegexotique shoppingshoppingshopping boracaysunshine mtfaberbreeze suntanoilonskin moviemarathons toomanymore. i'm more looking forward to sunshinehappydayswithyou just cos it will not last forever. I will wait until the end When the pendolum will swing back to the darker side of our hearts bleeding I will save this empty space next to me like its a grave where I lay a place for us to sleep eternally together So here I am pacing around this house again With pictures of us living on these walls I see my breath in the cold of the air that I breathe and I'm wondering if its you that I felt if its you that I feel haunting me forever I have been Searching for Traces of What we were A ghost of you is all that I have left is all that I have left of you to hold I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me and nothing of what we were at all Sunday, October 17, 2004
robert is what people call a fat cunt. yes, and i think he deserves that title half literally and fully metaphoric. see, the point is according to social standards of beauty or charisma or charm or whatever superficial attribute one can posses, he is far far far from that. perhaps on the other end of the spectrum. but paradoxically, he is the greatest narcissist i know. he thinks he oozes the charm of jason lewis and sees himself as some undisputed sex god. oh right. everytime someone says something he'll try to up it with a story of how talented or to-die-for he is and blah blah blah. every weekend he fills me in on the girls who try to pick him up whether it's at lin con or outside or he'll come up with some cock and bull about how every girl he bedded thinks he's the best. 'no, i'm serious. we could message all my missus now and see. they'll all say i'm the best at sex.'
two days ago, he told me bout his current 'effing hot' girlfriend being picked up by a member of blackeyedpeas at crown. and when she told him she was taken, he was so apologetic and paid for all their expenses there. Then he went on about how the mayor came in for coffee at lin con and went gaga over his missus when she popped by. and when he found out she was his girl, he went, 'oh, well done son, you did well.' cos very obviously it's friggin hard to imagine the beauty and beast combination materialise in his mind. and guess what rob said, 'oh no worries, i always pick up the hot chicks.' like right. besides, i'm sure as hell john soh doesn't come in for coffee. and then hotchicks aside, he thinks he makes the best lattes in the world, claimin he can up the best latte maker in lin con at both speed and quality. and then mr fugly started on how he came in 2nd at a coffee making competition in perth and won a watch that was worth 5000 bucks and all that bullshit. makes me wonder if there were only 2 contestants or is it just another one of those fucked up scenarios he has stored in the little head. oh yes, i'm in a very bithcy mood or maybe i'm jus plain bitchy. who gives. and i am self-admittedly superficial so i am utterly disgusted that someone so fugly dumb can be in or even surpass me in the ranks of narcissism. i wished someone bought him a mirror. and no, his missus isn't ugly but she's not headturningly gorgeous. she's jus sadly blind to fall for someone who's not even pretty inside. Wednesday, October 13, 2004
you break me, mend me and break me again. now, what do i have left that i can call my own? don't tire out on me when you've dragged me all the way to watch the fireworks dance in the sky. because what's the point when i'm watching it alone?
Cos all of the stars Are fading away Just try not to worry You'll see them some day Take what you need And be on your way And stop crying your heart out Get up Come on Why're you scared? You'll never change What's been and gone saying 'i love you' is sometimes just a cheap getaway. Wednesday, October 06, 2004
you are just for fun. ... or are you?
i had two very bloat inducing weak skinny ice chocs on a very friggin hellish warm summery 24 perfect degrees day today. sighs. no wonder, my fat insecurities are coming. ok, i'm shallow and i want to look good esp cos i can nearly lick the summery swoosh of summer. but i'm only human, or rather woman. a perfectly vain one at that. anyhow, over coffee (or fat fat ice choc), my friend told me that he spent 100 USD on a bacon, eggs and coffee breakfast in japan. WHAT? ok, so i know that cost of living is friggin high in japan but still... he either had brekkie at some posh to the posh place or got ripped off really badly. or maybe it's just japan. then he proceeded to tell me that his father had to splurge on some dinner with clients at a proper posh enough jap restaurant in japan. the kind where you have cushions as seats and dine til you get backaches and leg cramps sitting uncomfortably on the floor. He apparently splurged 70 grand. yes, 70,000 dollars. 70k. on that one you're-too-posh-for-me dinner. whao. i hope he was braggin or remembered wrongly. or maybe he said 7 grand or something. nice. living on the edge of peace where do i go? you can sleep in my waves talk to the clouds of sheep have suckaos by the beach breathing on a line of coke where do i dream? you can shuffle to my nrg catapult on a 360 run barenaked on my street crying on a summer day where do i sleep? you can dine on oyster shoots play with my wild locks and lie right here with me Friday, October 01, 2004
Carrie Bradshaw and the girls have it too easy. Sure, they are a bunch of girls living it up in the harshest, bitchiest city of a big apple. They have to brave rocky relationships, insecurities, friendships, superficiality of the high society all while donning lovely bright fashion frocks and balancing on manolo stilts. But nope, they don't seem to be suffering the true reality of being broke, ugly, fat (hello, heard of diet?), busy and super i-have-no-life kind of life. They brunch at the classiest restuarants on the upper east side and light up manhattan with dinners at sparkly champagne serving, hot waiters waiting places, date and sleep with either established, charming gentlemen (i.e. harry, patrowvski) or funny, loving men (stevo) or sizzling pimps attracting absolute hunks (smith jared), have fabulous gay friends and still, they make life seem so hard. so tell me why women have their eyes glued episodes after episodes, scruntinising their wonderful vintage garments oggling at their 485 USD stilettos and still find it hard to hate these women we love so much and this series we have undeniably become part of? Oh sex and the city. my ever so often fashionloving-highcityliving-madrushrelationshipunderstanding fix. therapeutic.
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