wheeeeeeeehooooooo!
it was fun and all. but, well. can't take the heart attacks lah.
and and and and 8 more working days to go before i'm fuh-reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. i am so fucking happy, can?
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
mad rampage
its been a generally 'ok' day. except that, i fell asleep on the couch, still in my tahu telur-smelling outfit, only to wake up and find the house in an ugly state. heaven knows why i haven't noticed it before, but the walls were adorned with cobwebs, the floor laced with dust. and the pile of washed laundry was just sitting there for millenniums, i reckon they had to be washed again after i'm through sorting them out.
daaaaammit.
and so, i started yelling. what the fuck have the kids been doing the whole weekend? phil's just typing on his bloody laptop, steph just got home. jesus. so, i'm the maid now. as if interning(sorry, slaving) and waitressing was a holiday or something.
sigh.
of course, no one gave a damn. and so i'm in the middle of folding the clothes now, fuming. i just vacuumed the whole house. and, what? it's 10pm. which retard vacuums the house so fucking late?
on a lighter note, i spent the night munching on donuts and keropok with the girls (and the butch). fiona sorta got herself terminated, much to my dismay. abang tried to explain his grandmother story to me regarding the whole matter, seeing how he knew i was her friend. it turned into a 'my job sucks' rant-session and ended with him defensively saying 'cat, i'm not complaining, but, you know. i darah up, dik!'. i really don't care. i saw it coming, anyways.
we've hired more newbies. 2 guys and 2 girls. i find it extremely insane cos we never had guys in the restaurant before, except abang and, probably, bapak, my dear boss. so, you can imagine the ripple of excitement across the kitchen and dining staff. sheesh.
ben's been an angel, and he's one of the reasons i look forward to the weekends. hardehar. i don't care if i'm grandmothering in this post. but i found it amusing when he barged in from the back door with a crazy glint in his eye, pulled my earphones out and stuck his earphones into my ear, exclaiming "you must listen. better than your songs!" course, it could have been a plot to prevent me from noticing he was 15 minutes late. and even if that's the case, its applaudable.
nora and shorty saw the WWE summer slam something-or-another yesterday. shorty's been wrestling crazy even before she was a girl-masquerading-as-a-dude. i think its lay-muh. but, well, it takes all types to make the world =) and i love him/her to bits (and pieces).
sigh. i'm going to stop typing for a bit, click on the orange blinkey bars and be anti-anti-social for awhile.
fuck the clothes, too =)
daaaaammit.
and so, i started yelling. what the fuck have the kids been doing the whole weekend? phil's just typing on his bloody laptop, steph just got home. jesus. so, i'm the maid now. as if interning(sorry, slaving) and waitressing was a holiday or something.
sigh.
of course, no one gave a damn. and so i'm in the middle of folding the clothes now, fuming. i just vacuumed the whole house. and, what? it's 10pm. which retard vacuums the house so fucking late?
on a lighter note, i spent the night munching on donuts and keropok with the girls (and the butch). fiona sorta got herself terminated, much to my dismay. abang tried to explain his grandmother story to me regarding the whole matter, seeing how he knew i was her friend. it turned into a 'my job sucks' rant-session and ended with him defensively saying 'cat, i'm not complaining, but, you know. i darah up, dik!'. i really don't care. i saw it coming, anyways.
we've hired more newbies. 2 guys and 2 girls. i find it extremely insane cos we never had guys in the restaurant before, except abang and, probably, bapak, my dear boss. so, you can imagine the ripple of excitement across the kitchen and dining staff. sheesh.
ben's been an angel, and he's one of the reasons i look forward to the weekends. hardehar. i don't care if i'm grandmothering in this post. but i found it amusing when he barged in from the back door with a crazy glint in his eye, pulled my earphones out and stuck his earphones into my ear, exclaiming "you must listen. better than your songs!" course, it could have been a plot to prevent me from noticing he was 15 minutes late. and even if that's the case, its applaudable.
nora and shorty saw the WWE summer slam something-or-another yesterday. shorty's been wrestling crazy even before she was a girl-masquerading-as-a-dude. i think its lay-muh. but, well, it takes all types to make the world =) and i love him/her to bits (and pieces).
sigh. i'm going to stop typing for a bit, click on the orange blinkey bars and be anti-anti-social for awhile.
fuck the clothes, too =)
Thursday, July 26, 2007
i don't have pictures, but.
i received an e-mail yesterday and don't know why but i decided to read the entire clause at the bottom that comes with every e-mail correspondence. bo liao at it's finest, man.
so, anyway, i did that, and tried to made sense of the whole mumbo jumbo when i stumbled upon a very clever quote from an even cleverer man.
'insanity,' it read, 'is doing the same thing over again and expecting different results.'
from einstein, frizzy-haired eccentric who comes up with theories no one can truly grasp.
why people put little phrases at the end of e-mails is beyond me. am i supposed to think highly of you for having a witty phrase at the end of your e-mail? am i supposed to think you're well-read? like, step-kiang only lah.
anyways, i asked ry out on a whim today because i thought i'd forget her face if i didn't. hah. thing is, i saw kids everybloodywhere. and almost every kid i saw was crying. no, WAILING. as in, BWAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHWAHWAAAARGH-wailing. tsk. evolution sucks. babies now have PA systems as vocal cords.
and i keep seeing pregnant women everywhere! either that or ladies are getting rounder tummies and fatter ankles.
i personally find it disturbing that our birth rate increased after the implementation of the baby bonus package. don't you?
the world's gone wrong. there's a hole in the sky and butches are falling in love with gays.
sheeshabillysballs.
i saw my skin under harsh light and its hideous. i havent eaten a fruit since dinosaurs died. and the last piece of veg i ate came from a burger. i'm going to turn into a carnivorous thing with bad hair and bad skin.
gonna do something about it.
soon lah.
so, anyway, i did that, and tried to made sense of the whole mumbo jumbo when i stumbled upon a very clever quote from an even cleverer man.
'insanity,' it read, 'is doing the same thing over again and expecting different results.'
from einstein, frizzy-haired eccentric who comes up with theories no one can truly grasp.
why people put little phrases at the end of e-mails is beyond me. am i supposed to think highly of you for having a witty phrase at the end of your e-mail? am i supposed to think you're well-read? like, step-kiang only lah.
anyways, i asked ry out on a whim today because i thought i'd forget her face if i didn't. hah. thing is, i saw kids everybloodywhere. and almost every kid i saw was crying. no, WAILING. as in, BWAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHWAHWAAAARGH-wailing. tsk. evolution sucks. babies now have PA systems as vocal cords.
and i keep seeing pregnant women everywhere! either that or ladies are getting rounder tummies and fatter ankles.
i personally find it disturbing that our birth rate increased after the implementation of the baby bonus package. don't you?
the world's gone wrong. there's a hole in the sky and butches are falling in love with gays.
sheeshabillysballs.
i saw my skin under harsh light and its hideous. i havent eaten a fruit since dinosaurs died. and the last piece of veg i ate came from a burger. i'm going to turn into a carnivorous thing with bad hair and bad skin.
gonna do something about it.
soon lah.
Friday, July 20, 2007
i can't sleep
because i just downed three teh tariks and i'm pretty much high on fishing trip stories, pun-y jokes and conversations that end with hearty guffaws.
is it too early to say tgif?
TEE GEE AI FREAKIN EFF, BABY!
is it too early to say tgif?
TEE GEE AI FREAKIN EFF, BABY!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
not-so-little L
less than a month before iap finishes.
oh no/yes!!
it's a weird thing, having mixed feelings. i mean, how exactly does anyone describe feeling a whole, what, conglomerate of emotions and state of minds? to feel vexed but satisfied, exhausted but ecstatic, sad but relieved?
it's exciting not having everything in black and white. it really is. if i could only sit still for more than 5 minutes, i might be able to relish being in the confused little state i'm in. or, was in. or, will be in.
hung out with ry on whim today. slept for about an hour in the kitchen before i did. sleep is an amazing thing, if you hadn't already known. it peps you up, makes your dark eye circles look grey, instead of black.
works wonders, sleep does.
i found something i photoshopped a while back. Proof that i was once the lamest, most wuhfuhjuh little thing to have ever lived.
asterisk, squiggly thing, axe oh axe oh CAT axe oh axe oh, squiggly thing, asterisk.
oh no/yes!!
it's a weird thing, having mixed feelings. i mean, how exactly does anyone describe feeling a whole, what, conglomerate of emotions and state of minds? to feel vexed but satisfied, exhausted but ecstatic, sad but relieved?
it's exciting not having everything in black and white. it really is. if i could only sit still for more than 5 minutes, i might be able to relish being in the confused little state i'm in. or, was in. or, will be in.
hung out with ry on whim today. slept for about an hour in the kitchen before i did. sleep is an amazing thing, if you hadn't already known. it peps you up, makes your dark eye circles look grey, instead of black.
works wonders, sleep does.
i found something i photoshopped a while back. Proof that i was once the lamest, most wuhfuhjuh little thing to have ever lived.
asterisk, squiggly thing, axe oh axe oh CAT axe oh axe oh, squiggly thing, asterisk.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
finger lickin' good.
i had the fright of my life just now. i swear, i will never ever ever lepak under the block/outside bk cwp (yeah i knooooooow) ever again.
at least, for now, it seems like the only sane thing to ever swear.
see, we were just minding out own business, complaining about the top ten fuckless customers/staff of the day when, all of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, this weirdo started towards us AND BEGAN LICKING HIS FINGERS VIGOROUSLY.
really. as in, veeeeeee-guh-ruhs-leeee. wth man. when he circled us, i almost shat in my pants.
its not every day you get some finger licker stare intently at you while muttering "i study, what" under his breath.
jesus. it's so absurd, so random, i still can't believe it happened.
but, no matter.
i haven't started on my log report and i have a looooong day ahead of me. i'm praying tomorrow wouldn't be as long and fruitless as today's.
abang promoted shorty nora and myself. shorty's a supervisor, nora and i are assistant supervisors.
and yet, the day after that, i took an hour to close my cashier, had a fish head wastage, counter-signed 70 bucks worth of voids and refunds and raised my voice against a friend-staff.
my days are getting worse and i don't wanna blame myself anymore. fuck emoness. i AM pathetic because i feel pathetic.
aiyah. what to dooooooo.
and yet, they never fail to cheer me up. or, at least, convince me that i'm cheer-ed up enough to hack care.
transformers, robots in disguise.
at least, for now, it seems like the only sane thing to ever swear.
see, we were just minding out own business, complaining about the top ten fuckless customers/staff of the day when, all of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, this weirdo started towards us AND BEGAN LICKING HIS FINGERS VIGOROUSLY.
really. as in, veeeeeee-guh-ruhs-leeee. wth man. when he circled us, i almost shat in my pants.
its not every day you get some finger licker stare intently at you while muttering "i study, what" under his breath.
jesus. it's so absurd, so random, i still can't believe it happened.
but, no matter.
i haven't started on my log report and i have a looooong day ahead of me. i'm praying tomorrow wouldn't be as long and fruitless as today's.
abang promoted shorty nora and myself. shorty's a supervisor, nora and i are assistant supervisors.
and yet, the day after that, i took an hour to close my cashier, had a fish head wastage, counter-signed 70 bucks worth of voids and refunds and raised my voice against a friend-staff.
my days are getting worse and i don't wanna blame myself anymore. fuck emoness. i AM pathetic because i feel pathetic.
aiyah. what to dooooooo.
and yet, they never fail to cheer me up. or, at least, convince me that i'm cheer-ed up enough to hack care.
transformers, robots in disguise.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
dil la leya bayparwah de naal
the weather's crazy. and, just as well, we've got live earth coming soon! seen their tvc recently? the one with en lai something or another silently screaming in frustration/horror. yeap. they weren't kidding when they said that "no one's exaggerating".
c'mon, who wouldnt believe icebergs are melting when we've got a killer august heatwave?
im melting to death lah fuck.
c'mon, who wouldnt believe icebergs are melting when we've got a killer august heatwave?
im melting to death lah fuck.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
darah up, dik.
you know what's weird? superstitions.
i know someone who has 5 eights in her phone number. thats XX88888X. and the ladies at work visit this highly-recommended fortune teller every 6 months. quite recently, the office underwent a mini-renovation for, i suspect, fengshui reasons.
as if that's not weird enough, i have malaysian kitchen staff who, when they feel spooked, start apologising profusely to whatever entity is lurking in the corner of our restaurant. and tomok, my dear boss makes it so that our restaurants doesn't have a table number 13. so after table 12, there's table 14. which is utter nonsense because table 14 would still be the thirteenth table, right? the Irony Gods strongly dislike any attempts at cheating the rules, especally if its done in the most wuhfuhjuh way.
which is why, i don't know if i'm being silly if i say that most of my ridiculous customers come from table 14, or, technically, the thirteenth table.
but, no matter =)
i know someone who has 5 eights in her phone number. thats XX88888X. and the ladies at work visit this highly-recommended fortune teller every 6 months. quite recently, the office underwent a mini-renovation for, i suspect, fengshui reasons.
as if that's not weird enough, i have malaysian kitchen staff who, when they feel spooked, start apologising profusely to whatever entity is lurking in the corner of our restaurant. and tomok, my dear boss makes it so that our restaurants doesn't have a table number 13. so after table 12, there's table 14. which is utter nonsense because table 14 would still be the thirteenth table, right? the Irony Gods strongly dislike any attempts at cheating the rules, especally if its done in the most wuhfuhjuh way.
which is why, i don't know if i'm being silly if i say that most of my ridiculous customers come from table 14, or, technically, the thirteenth table.
but, no matter =)
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