DWL

DEADWEIGHT LOSS.

it's pwning me and it's not my fault.

a maybe

it was monday. i woke up after a long, relaxing, 1 hour of sleep. it could've been a really bad monday, but once i was back on the terra firma, i knew everything would be ok. and it was, to a certain extent.

maybe i am just lucky.

my friend tom

goodbye tom. although you were cheap, used, and made in china, for some reason you were still kickass and together we played in a grand total of TWO concerts, including a sold-out one. okay not that great but anyway, kthnxbye.









had a slack week, a slack weekend, things can't seem really get anymore slack than this. or CAN they? ok i'm worried.

A Series of Mind Numbing Events

oh that was school.

03

some stuff happened yesterday. like there was an epic battle between two people in class which was really noisy. nobody won i think. then i decided to try doing my maths and discovered that i really was, a total failure. then when i went home, my mum scolded me for probably the most ridiculous of reasons ever.

as i lay on my bed wondering wtf happened to me today, i came to an epiphany of sorts. a revelation. a new vision. sudden clarity of the mind. i decided that i will learn how to play jazz piano.

oh ya, a hello to independent living. ONCE AGAIN.

and they did so anywayzzzzz.

hitler killed the jews because he didn't like them. they never tried to hurt him, never bothered him, but he did so anywayzzzzz.

the girl killed the millipede because she didn't like it. it never tried to hurt her, never bothered her, but she did so anywayzzzzz.

and now what sets her apart from hitler? ok maybe gender.

a shallow rant

my timetable sucksass. RLYYYY.

and i didn't learn anything from school today.

new

a whole new year, a whole new disaster waiting to happen.

the fireworks were nice this year although being stuck in the crowd watching random new year messages on the screen for more than an hour wasn't.

after some bumming around and staged-out crowd shoving we began the long journey home. walked from raffles place to bishan. dexter, who had my house keys, hadn't woke up by the time we reached bishan at about 6am so i went home soon after.

a taste

i don't think i can never go back to the old way of life. it's only been a year, but it has been enough to reach a realisation. things may change again next year. i wonder what will happen.

to next year: BEH!?

kthnxbye

all the events of the year seem to be over. official canoeing trainings, my family returning, christmas, lan outing, blablabla and there's only new year left.

this year has definately been the most radical year of my life. living without my parents, coming to jc, starving in the comfort of my own home, kitchen floods, canoeing, overnight house cleaning, the disaster that was habannah, promotion panic, becoming a casual labourer, getting the worst sickness ever, return of the parents, etc. kinda disastrous and messed up but it was a learning experience.

hope next year is not as screwed up but i know it'll be. freaking A levels.

family is back from dubai. feels good to know that there is always food at home as long as my mum is around and no need to worry about laundry and dishes. my siblings haven't changed... much. or that's what i think anyway. they won't be here for long though, they're going back in abt 2 weeks. and the cycle repeats.

going for canoeing training tmr. haven't been down to the lake since i got that ub3r pwnage illness which caused me to lose 2 kg. i think i'm damn weak now. oh well.

jimi hendrix said,

Down the street you can hear her scream "you're a disgrace"
As she slams the door in his drunken face,
And now he stands outside and all the neighbours start to gossip and drool.

He cries "Oh girl, you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?"
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green.

And so castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually.

A little Indian brave who before he was ten, played war games in
the woods with his Indian friends, and he built a dream that when he
grew up, he would be a fearless warrior Indian Chief.

Many moons passed and more the dream grew strong, until tomorrow
He would sing his first war song,
And fight his first battle, but something went wrong,
Suprise attack killed him in his sleep that night

And so castles made of sand, melts into the sea eventually.

There was a young girl, whose heart was a frown,
Because she was crippled for life, and couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she would stop living, so she decided to die.
She drew her wheel chair to the edge of the shore, and to her legs she smiled

"You won't hurt me no more."
But then a sight she'd never seen made her JUMP AND SAY
"Look, a golden winged ship is passing my way"
And it really didn't have to stop...it just kept on going.
And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, 
Eventually.

have so much more to say but i'm a lazy person.

a short story

And so that's how I saved Christmas.

appreciation

you can only truly appreciate your health when you suddenly lose it and get totally screwed up.

tonight

its a cold night.

like freaking cold.

??

that was one awkward dream.

ok

i guess it's hard to see a good person go.

anyways maths teacher bugging me. gotta get started on those 9218462913857 tutorials i'm supposed to do.

hard day's night

the night is only gonna get harder.

one lit essay ahead of me before i get to sleep.

damn

i'm supposed to be at chalet, but i need to do lit homework first. dammit.

peons

first day of work at raffles city was quite exciting. there was a mad half an hour queue at the entrance for workpass collection so after getting one it was running all over the employee basement with kah ming to collect our jackets and then running all over the fourth floor trying to find our reporting place. gotta come earlier next time.

after getting to the correct room, there was this long briefing by the manager about all the dinner courses, procedures and sex. couldn't digest all the information before they started assigning us to our tables. kinda felt like being called out to join the battlefield in war movies where the new recruit doesn't know wtf he needs to do but goes anyway.

so as a first timer i got grouped up with this short hairy ah beng dude and a china fag, both 3rd timers. lil beng was quite friendly and helpful in showing me the ropes while china fag was basically.. a china fag.

we wandered around trying to find the ballroom for awhile. then we got in and wandered around trying to find our tables. met the drinks server for my table, who was hot and cute and asked me to help her serve tea. she was one of the few english speaking girls around but i accidently spoke to her in chinese later on, but that's another story.

anyway, china fag was looking around trying to find one of our tables which had been missing its number plate. apparently he hadn't already figured out how to read the map.

first course to serve was an empty plate.. apparently some lame joke by the organisers. when the diners were asked to open the plate covers the emcees belted out their rehearsed "oh noezzzzz! what is going on here????"

rest of the night was pretty much see and do. watched where people go to take food to serve, watched how people collect plates and watched how people steal leftover food. there was this funny dude who feasted frequently at the dirty dishes drop-off point, eating more than most of the dinner guests. the mutton rendang was good. taking drinks for yourself was easy too. ah beng taught me how lin zui, going to the bar to ask for drinks to serve diners and making a detour to the kitchens to consume.

halfway through i got reassigned to another table where this china noob who is supposed to have experience couldn't handle 2 tables and complained to the manager that he was in desperate need for help. he was too freaking noob to carry 2 dishes from the kitchen on his own so he asked me, a first timer, to help him carry them BOTH. yea doesn't make sense. i ended up doing serving for groups of tables at opposite ends of the room.

i wasn't prejudiced against them before i started work, despite kah ming's constant warnings about how annoying workers and poor communicators they were but by the time the event was over, i realised they really... suck. it's not about where they're from(in a way we're both from china anyway), or how they speak(ok maybe abit), but their attitude and thinking capabilities.

for example, china fag asked me to get a ladder from the kitchen. it took him 4 repeats for me to understand that he wanted me to get something and another 5 to understand that he wanted a ladle, not a ladder. and he still complains that me and beng are not helping him when we are constantly bringing stuff to and fro from the kitchen while he stays there to clear plates from the table. it was a good thing that hairy beng shared my opinion. had to speak chinese to my fellow workers the whole night, which was tough.

did overtime for that extra bit of cash. basically its 3 hours more of sai kang, will not do it again.

work is interesting.

physical exhaustion

i'm very tired, i need a break.

nope, no break.

the search

after hours of searching through my papers, i finally found my entry proof for chinese exam. yay, but it looks like i'll have to set aside a Week sometime soon to sort out my stuff.

had my first proper meal in 3 days. meanwhile i've been surviving on of cookies, biscuits, peanuts and a bad meal at the food court.