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awww. what cute part-timers we've got(this time). haha. there was a surprisingly large turn-out of part-timers today. haha. partially because i wasnt supposed to be there.. but end up back at my post because of a forseen war-zone at the musuem, the bar and the cafe. haha. it ended up that the bar was pretty much crowded yet NOTHING TO DO(i was assigned up there because the bartender and i are good friends). it's especially BOOORRRING when i realised that the male bartender i usually "assault" wasnt coming for his supposedly last day of work. AWWW MAN. i was yawning half the time, and the other half i was leaning against some non-living thing..
i absolutely displayed a so-what-boss-is-here kinda attitude whether or not im working. it pretty much shows part of my character but i wonder if i should continue to behave this way. afterall, a stranger might just think im arrogant. to make matters worse, i have a naturally frowning face whenever i do not realise it or am not smiling. and you know. i usually dont put up a fake smile. i smile geniunely. and laugh with my heart. or maybe my manager was right, the service industry just isnt for me. because i find it tedious to widen the side of my lips the whole day and hide my feelings. it's not that i do not like to smile at people, but i think i enjoy doing things behind the scene.. like, making a mug of cuppiccino, blending endless orders of smoothies and stuff like that. i really like hands-on stuff. perhaps i should continue to pursue learning hairdressing until i figure out whether it is just another short moment of interest or a passion i find it possible to live with the rest of my entire life. i thought of entering the drama scene. but i've got totally no idea where to start with. the cheena playworks surprising priors to the angmoh theatreworks. haha. im just more comfy with chinese i guess. or SINGING. haha. ok. nevermind, just another interest. I THINK.
speaking of chinese. im am SOOOOO upset over the response with regards to the advertisements showcasing young angmoh kids articulating mandarin with clarity and pride. they complained that it is an insult to chinese who are unable to pick up mandarin. like HELLO. *KNOCK KNOCK* (not enough) *BING BONG BIANG* isnt it the whole agenda of the advertisement? to spur arrogant singaporean chinese to pick up their mother tongue instead of "worshipping" english like a passport to access to the entire world. moreover, they are also trying to prove and promote to other races that ANYONE could pick up chinese(or any other language). so why the big fuss over this creative piece of work?
and OH. about wednesday.(shall upload pictures of this part next time).
i broke my yue ding with seet. again. to go clubbing. and instead headed to the bar at my working place with my other 2 colleagues for a drink.. or two actually. we found that gossip's pretty much the only thing we could do at the bar since the genre of the music couldnt be switched due to rigid rules and regulation set by the office peoplemanagement. oh wells. there were a couple of things we did and i cant really point them out in chronological order. so here goes: i walked really un-glamorously though in a dress, because i couldnt take big steps, i i constantly fine difficulty in conquering stairs, running and even walking.( still, i've got totally no intention of signing up for an etiqutte class);arm-wrestled with male bartender(obviously i lost. and i still had muscle ache the next 3 or 4 days. THAT BAD); interrogated the same guy with blossoms cause he wants to introduce his brother to bubbles(im buttercup. whatever lah. stop laughing); drank 2 full-glasses of white wine; turned a black face to edison who keeps poking his nose into everything(edison is a greedy freak. spreads gossip. and thinks he's handsome. HERM.)(he sayang-ed my head suddenly as if he was close in an attempt to enter thepowerpuffgirls' talk..); got into bed less than 5 minutes after reaching home via MRT. which proves how whirly and heavy my head was from the drinks.. (BLARDY. I CANT DRINK COFFEE. I CANT DRINK ALCOHOL. )
so. when's the official clubbing date?
All the sleepless nights;
and the tears you cry
at 11:54 PM
and the tears you cry
at 11:54 PM