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Friday, March 12, 2010

Been god knows how long.

Been 4 days since you were gone.
All I'm looking forward to everyday,

is simply for your return.

11:27 PM

Monday, December 7, 2009

草戒指

再见说在额头原来泪也会痛
倒流心中怎麼麻醉也没用
深呼吸一分鐘爱突然的词穷
你狠狠甩开我沉默的手彷彿就剧终
草戒指在手中像句点的沉默
woo..明天以后爱变成了问候

爱不爱都痛我以為我懂
最后你要自由
woo..忘了温柔要套在手中
到最后该不该回头
如果我开口爱继续往前走
woo..幸福听著分开的藉口

再见说在额头原来泪也会痛
倒流心中怎麼麻醉也没用
深呼吸一分鐘爱突然的词穷
你狠狠甩开我沉默的手彷彿就剧终
草戒指在手中像句点的沉默
woo..明天以后爱变成了问候

爱不爱都痛我以為我懂
最后你要自由
woo..忘了温柔要套在手中
到最后该不该回头
如果我开口爱继续往前走
woo..幸福听著分开的藉口

爱不爱都痛我以為我懂
最后你要自由
woo..忘了温柔要套在手中
到最后该不该回头
如果我开口爱继续往前走
woo..幸福听著分开的藉口

草戒指套在谁的手中

1:02 AM

Monday, November 30, 2009

In the end,
I sent the supposedly 'personal' diary entry to Fat Ninja.
Dammit.
So much for me typing so much in my previous post.
Fatty.
I know you are reading this.
You know it was meant to be kept in one of my secret folders in my laptop.
But I started off typing as a diary entry,
and ended up concluding it as a letter to you.
And don't you dare comment anything on it or anything about letters here.

I think Fat Ninja has nearly all my "Secret Blog" entries.
Can't hide any secrets from him long.
:(

Anyways it means we are communicating much.
Yes, yes.
Always quarrelling.
But you can always count on my 'Secret Diary'.
Argh.

Never mind.
'Secret Diary' I can let you in.
But.
'Secret SAVINGS'.
Muahahaha.
For that,
MY LIPS ARE SEALED TIGHT.

*i'm a 21st centuary strong woman who has her own secret savings just in case i end up on my own again*

hahahaha.

1:38 AM

Saturday, November 28, 2009

There is just so much one can "pen" down in a blog.
A blog serves as a convenient tool,
when needed,
to keep friends and love ones far from one updated about one's life.
As much as the habit prompts one to,
it is always the case of one halting at a certain level of blogging.
One can blog about what one did.
One can blog about what one ate.
One can blog about where one went.
One can blog everyday religiously about the happenings of the day.
However, the line is normally strictly drawn at one's intimate personal life.
Say for example, relationships.
It is by human nature,
normal and easy for one to blog endlessly about everything positive.
That, is what I'd call 'The Human Nature Of Showing Off".
Well, in a good way of course.
When one is blissfully basking in love and romance,
it is always so easy to find one typing an endless entry of nearly every little detail.
However,
when it comes to the negative side of the romance,
one usually chooses to spare readers the details,
or be as vague in the entry as possible.
I believe however,
more often than not does one actually has more to blog about in the case of a negative entry.
Because of the intense feeling one experiences from being either sad or angry,
and the fact that most of the times when one's partner does not understand or does not know of these feelings,
one usually turns to something or somewhere else to channel one's built up fustration.
And this something and somewhere is in most of the cases of a frequent blogger,
one's own blog.
Nevertheless,
since one is aware of the readers one receives,
one normally tends to hold back in revealing either too much or nothing at all.

In my case,
I turn to "penning" down my "cannot-be-publicly-washed-linens",
in Word documents,
and saving them in a folder,
somewhere within my laptop.
This way,
I still am able to "blog" about any negative things,
would be certain that it would be safely kept to myself,
and will be able to read them any time I desire.

Yes,
I am aware of the fact that this "diary" of mine is subjected to a possible total annihilation,
in the event of my laptop crashing.
I take that as a sign from God that its time for me to put all those behind and forget,
should my laptop crash.

6:07 AM

Monday, November 23, 2009

Me: "Would you like some mineral water?"

Guest: "Oh no. I don't take mineral water."

Me: "Oh ok. Sure."

Guest: "You know why?"

Me: "Nope. No idea."

Guest: "Because of the fishes."

Me: "Fishes??"

Guest: "Yeah! Because fishes make love in the water!!"

Omg.

I love guests like the one above.

Every now and then, I meet guests who are so crazily fun.

When I was young, still in Secondary school,

I used to tell myself;

'No matter what, I will never stoop to doing a customer service job. I will get a good job in an office and work proper office hours.'

A few years down the road, I started working in a restaurant because of the good pay.

A job which I had told myself a million, trillion times, I would never do.

Thereafter, it was no turning back for me.

I love working customer services job.

I like working in restaurants.

I like serving and talking to people and seeing them enjoy themselves.

Simply said, I enjoy working in a job where I get to interact with people.

Which is why I choose to move on to working in a hotel.

The Front Desk allows me to interact with guests on a higher level.

I love seeing familiar faces of repeat guests.

I love remembering their names without having to look at their profiles.

My hotel allowed me to go even further a step,

making me love working with people more.

Being a small boutique hotel,

I was allowed to work free spiritedly.

Meaning, I could shout greetings and byes to my guests,

even when they are like nearly 10 meters away.

Haha.

Yes, thats what I ALWAYS do.

"GOOD MORNINGGG MR ****!!!!",

I'd shout out when they are just only walking down the stairs.

"BYEEEE!!! TAKE CARE!!!"

I'd shout out from the Front Desk even when they are already seated in the taxi.

I'd walk guests all the way to the MRT station, when I had the time.

Small chit chats with them always made my day.

And now in Albisguitli,

to make up for the fact that I can't converse in German fluently,

I made it a point to remember what the repeat guests order.

I bring out orders for them without them ordering.

I see them through the window, head into the kitchen to prepare the drinks,

and bring them out to them when they've just settled themselves.

I LOVE that feeling.

My classmates in SIM should already know what my next job aim is.

I said it so many times previously during our school term in SIM.

PR.

PR in a big hotel or casino.

Dang.

I get excited thinking about the job.

Customer service jobs are reknowned to be one of the lowest paying jobs.

Why the heck did I fall in love with one of the lowest paying jobs?

So doomed.

I love shopping.

But I earn so little.

Fat Ninja brought me this while I was blogging.

My Ninja got so excited over this egg-like thing.

Because he had no idea what was inside.

So cute.

Haha.

Its small.

And it splits up into 2.

Bottom half contains Stracciatella ice cream.

Yummy.

Ice cream at 445am.

.
Hidden in the head was a small egg.
It was something like the Kinder Surprise.
Nothing exciting in the surprise egg.
In fact, I don't even understand what it is about.
So no pictures of it.
Haha.
.

.
Oh ya.
My dinner earlier on.
Rostti with cheese and 2 sunny side up eggs.
My special order.
Was craving for this dish which I last had at Fat Ninja's hotel's restaurant.
Cravings.
Mmmm.
..

10:51 AM