Failed

Today was probably the most challenging days ever. Like almost every other day that I did the morning shift, I woke up in extreme anger and hatred, today was no difference, in fact it was even worse. Why?

Well me being me(the "now" me), I was flipping through the reservation book the other day and saw that on Friday(which is today), we had a 12 pax reservation. So I purposely requested to do morning shift today because I wanted to avoid that reservation. But much to my demise, yesterday Mr. James "kindly requested" me to do a few extra hours to cover up the man power because, there was another 24 pax reservation coming in, and all of them ordered the 3 course menu!(Just a gentle note, the 3 course meal is the most troublesome for the waiter and waitresses.) So yea as you can see, I "failed".

Then again, cursing doesn't seem to stop the clock from ticking away and soon I find myself in the restaurant. I was so blessed to have Margaret to help me out today so both of us did the morning shift and setup-ed the floor together. It was relatively easy because Margaret was in the mood, IMHO she did the majority share. I know, shame on me.

Lunch was the "bomb". I couldn't ask for it to be any more relaxing. We had 4 long tops plus other tables as well with 3 servers and 2 runners. It was ok, but I suppose the mindset I was in really screwed it up. By 3 it was relatively quiet and I was able to go for break.

The initial plan was that I'll go off at 5, have a 2 hour break and then come back from 7-9. I don't know, but plans for me never worked. I end up staying back and worked till 11pm. Believe it was packed. Everyone was so worked up. And remember I said that the 3 course meal is the most troublesome task for the waiter/waitresses? You want to know why? Maybe you should just try to make 6 cookies 'n' cream and 19 Friday's Sundae. You might get a clearer picture. But of course credit here goes out to Naif, Tatchana, Noel and my man of the night, Nesh! Yea man they really worked their butts off tonight.

I was able to witness another part of Mr. James today. Who would expect the joker during a busy shift, would end up being your boss? That's right, but of course don't take joker in a wrong way here, I knew he did that to really keep the atmosphere as relaxing as possible. He was just trying to calm us down and I really appreciate that, along with the other managers and colleague. Nobody freaked out. But I really felt very guilty. Lol.. weird huh? I don't know, I felt I did nothing, or rather not as much as my colleagues, even the "great" reason of "being tired after working double shifts" couldn't cover the feeling. In between I think I was quite annoying as well, so I'm sorry again.

Half way through Mr. James ask me a really good question, which I really at that time can't squeeze nothing out of my head, I wanted to be funny, but a big part of me took that question really seriously. I just simply didn't know. The question was,

"What do you want out of life?"

Believe me, talking to Mr. James is totally different, he's in his league of his own, and with that question, he single-handedly make my brain go numb. I don't know. What is it do I want out of my life, do you know what you WANT? Good question huh? Coming from a guy who calls me Cheeky Chong and Chin Peng, I would say, touché.

Well there were some high parts to my life today. Mainly was that I was able to sell out all 3 Lamb Shanks (woops secret!). Yea so there was this challenge going on that each one sold, the person who sold it gets a Johnny Walker watch. I sold 2 yesterday, trust me I wasn't greedy, but no one really got to sell it out so miraculously I was able to. But I gave out the 2 other watches away, one to Berry, and another to my man of the day, Nesh! In the process, I was able to push myself in terms of being a potential Direct Sales Agent and as well just learning how to approach people and just converse. All 3 of my customers were very friendly and they were really kind to give feedbacks.

Well that's all. I wanted to blog about my night out with Su Faye, Jessica and Esther last saturday to Grand Millenium, but I haven't got all the pictures I wanted yet, so for those who yearn pictures so much, stay tuned! Believe me, it was beyond stepping out of my comfort zone. But till then, God bless!

P.S. : LOL, Khy Li here is your update!

I hate computers

No, you have not read the title wrongly.

I hate hate bloody freaking hate computers.

It's like everytime I have something important to do; or to be exact, EVERYTIME I have to PRINT something. The bloody computer gets all pms-y and will never work the way I want it to. Worst still, I print using Double A A4 papers which are thick and expensive AND probably costs double the amount of trees to make them.

But does the computer and his "user-friendly" printer cares? Nuuuuuu.

So it leaves me frustrated after 3 hours of trying to print a dumb form, with many wastage, because every paper I feed into the printer prints something absolutely fugly or illegible. WHEN it does finally print properly, the computer acts up and the said form is printed half way and the other half is not printed.

As I said, I bloody bloody freaking hate computers.

Thanks to Lisa (my super computer heroine) whom is only bested by Cheek himself, I managed to avoid tearing the printer apart with just a phone call to get her to print the forms for me.

I love my friends ;)

I think what I need is a computer course or a Dummies guide book or a friend who majors in "dealing with computers for complete idiots".

Yessshh. Anyone I know taking that course?

A Genuine Review

I just found out today that frying an omelette is not easy.

Its one of those things I didn't realize I took for granted. This morning Mom was making a big breakfast (surprise surprise!) of omelettes and sausages. I offered to help her cook this time instead of being forced into it. And yes, I do get forced to help her cook.... Alot.

So I did have experience when it comes to frying eggs, which what an omelette really is. But normally I'd fry eggs with a non-stick pan which is easy-peasy. BUT this morning, Mom decided to show off her cooking skills and put mine to test. That is to fry an omelette/egg WITHOUT a non-stick pan.

Of course, Mom's omelette looked like one of those expensive things you get at a hotel breakfast.
And mine looked broken - the kind your family eats because they don't want to waste food. Why can't I do it with a non-stick pan? Less oil and screaming is involved when a non-stick pan comes into the picture.

Anyway! Yesterday night was spend with Jal, Pn. Doreen and Pn. Ernice to watch that play who bitchily made us go back the other day. It was also sold out this time! So thank God we booked tickets earlier.

However I'd dare say all that hassle was quite worth the effort. The play was surprisingly entertaining and very nice to watch (in a Malaysian kinda way). The best part is, most of the topics being discussed was close to home. So you could follow every joke and line because it's so local. I love that about the play.

And, as a bonus it was hilarious. Every scene there would be something to crack a joke or two. It's one of those things anyone can appreciate. They were also very creative with the props, using only a few white blocks and moving it around to change scenes. The actors move the props themselves, which adds a kind-off life into the play. I rate it 5 out of 5 stars.

If you're imagining a Phua Chu Kang thing after my review, you're getting the wrong picture. It's funny and Malaysian, but noooott Phuuuaaa Chuuuu Kannnggg.

Not to rub it in Cheeks, but you missed a good one =P

But just to make you feel better, .....you missed a good one lah.

What were you doing anyway? You really missed a good one leh.

Haha. Happy Easter to all celebrating it!

PS : You missed a good one lerh Cheeks! I'm such a nice friend aren't I?

A Two and A Half Men outing with Pn.Doreen

Although Pn.Doreen has made it very clear that hanging out with a teacher on a Friday night is no life; the three of us still got together and went out with her last Friday.

The plan was to watch a play (I can't believe I don't remember what it was called) with her and have dinner before that. Dinner went very well. Went to TGI Fridays SS14. It was all very exciting for me, not so for the other two and our teacher, because I got to meet my ex-colleagues whom I've missed very much! You know I'm talking about you Sumitha! ALSO, I got to see my managers and Mr. James, whom without fail decided to kutuk me yet again.

Mr. James : Ooh congratulations Yong Ming on your SPM results!
Moi : Thanks Mr. James!
Mr. James : So how much did you pay for the As?
Moi : huh?
Mr. James : yeah what, they're selling cheap only rm5 per A in pasar malam
Moi : mr.james...
Mr. James : yeah what! how else you get those As.

Sigh. Mr. James you will always be Mr. James.

So thanks to encouraging ex-bosses like that, we stayed a little longer than planned for dinner.
I was the only sensible one in the car who was worried we couldn't get tickets because we were running slightly late. I mean, the play was to be held in KL Pac, which is somewhere in KL off Jalan Kuching. I know, not exactly the nearest place on Earth to get to from ss14.

After a dramatic ride in Bugsy (Pn. Doreen's lovely yellow Kelisa), we finally arrived in Kl Pac with 10 minutes to boot. I was elated we made it in time! But I wasn't very elated when Jal and Cheeks found out the play was sold out.

.. I was so so so so ready to curse at that very moment. Pn. Doreen pleaded with the lady to see if we could sit on the floor to watch the play (yes we were that desperate) but to no avail. There was no way we were getting in. The others took the dissapointment quite well, but I didn't. I kept complaining the whole way and it totally killed my mood. I was sulking to go home and sip on a cup of sad tea.

But Cheeks was still in the enthustiastic mood, so he made Pn. Doreen swerve into Mid Valley. He says we should catch a movie together or something and he can check out the rm 5 per-entry restroom in the Gardens while we were at it.

But yet again to our dismay, the movies were jam-packed and the toilets nowhere to be found. Yikes, it was a terrible outing for the Two and A Half Men with their teacher. Pn. Doreen then sent me home (yeah all the way in Bukit Jalil) and we finally had our cup of sad tea. They stayed at my place for about an hour or so, then went home.

So apart from dinner, everything else went awry. We're rescheduling to watch the play this Wednesday with Pn. Ernice as well this time.
THIS time we GOT tickets. HA take that KL PAC!

Drew looks at me,
I fake a smile so he won't see
That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without
And there he goes, so perfectly, The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky...

-Taylor Swift, Teardrops on My Guitar.

I got to go to dinner now. Mom has cooked macaroni with chinese chicken soup (ching tong).
Omg.. sometimes this chef takes the western-and-eastern-food-fusion too far. Why can't we have plain old simple bolognese? I don't mind Prego =(

2 and a Half Months in 2 Days

After putting my bags down on the marble floor of my living room. I looked around and gave out a long and deep sigh...

A sigh of definite relief. I was back. And was absolutely thrilled to be. Back to my bed, my own bathroom, good ol' home cooking, clean water and etc and etc and etc. Basically, if your reading this, just look around. From your computer to the table it's on, to the floor that the said table stands on, then look at the walls and the ceiling. You don't get that in NS. So after coming back, I realize and of course appreciate all the materialistic things of my life. From the creaky planks of the wooden floor to the green garden filled with dog poo.

Then after a long deep sigh, I look to my father, my grandmother then to my maid (brother was at CF camp)...

Then now I appreciate them all over again. For you see, at NS you don't get family with you (except on visiting days). It's you and your peers. My family is MY absolute everything. So being back with them, their presence even grandmum's annoying nags and father's VERY lame jokes it was great.

After meeting up with my family once more, I walk up the stairs, went into the bathroom, took a long shower...

It felt lonely.

I have never taken a bath by myself for a long time already I realized. It's always together in NS. Even if you do use a shower in NS the bathroom is never empty there is always someone there singing off key, smoking or shouting to the bottoms of hell because his pail broke and now he can't wash his clothes. It was a quiet shower; it was me missing the people of NS.

Changed clothes. Opened my closet looked at all the clothes hanging in there, neat and orderly...

Now I had to choose. Hadn't needed to choose what to wear in a long time. In NS, you wear uniforms. No choices in clothing whatsoever, maybe once in a while you take a sniff of the uniform, only then do you make a choice of whether you can wear it since you hadn't washed it in weeks. (You get two sets of everything, so you DO get to choose, I guess)

The organization and the space of the closet reminded me of my locker back at camp and how it was the opposite of this one. Not orderly at ALL, my fault and small, their fault. This closet at home was of wood and had two doors that closed properly, the one at camp was metal and an gray, rusting and could not close properly and had words written and carved into the doors, words I can't say in public without being stared at uglily.

Put on collared-tee, wore shorts (didn't do that in public in NS it all had to be long pants). Walked down stairs, remembered there were no stairs at camp, put on my shoes and was out the door to IKEA for lunch.

At IKEA: went out shopping and stuff...

Obviously something I have not done in a while. Walking around in a fully air-conned building, taking my time, without caring what the time is or whether I was late for Kenegaraan Class or late for an assembly. If you ever had been a dove in a magician's hat or a mosquito in a palm of an annoyed man in your pass life and had been let go deliberately or not (unintentionally usually refers to the annoyed man who so happens to have deformed non-mosquito killing hands) you have felt what I felt, walking around, free again. Not caring whether I was late or constantly looking over my shoulder to see if a jurulatih was watching me. It was being let go by the annoyed man.

At the restaurant, took the food tray and lined up to proceed to the food counter to order...

No one was pushing, or shouting for the ones in front to move it. Everybody just queued up like, well normal people. In NS, at the canteen/dewan makan, when you lined up for food, without a doubt there will be people commplaining about the long line, people shouting for the ones in front to hasten, people cutting into line, pushing and shoving. One thing I WILL NOT miss of NS.

At the food counter, I ordered and saw the server put the food on my plate...

There were no flies flying around the food, no need to constantly wave my hand above my meal to shelter it from the insects of annoyance, no need to worry "If I eat this, would i get diarrhoea tomorrow?". Another thing I won't be missing from NS.

Paid for the food, went to the table and ate...

The food was delicious. Not like the food in NS. I mean it's not inedible but I mean it should be palatable. The meats (chicken and fish) always tastes like it was cooked days before but just in a different sauce. And if they serve a super strong smelling and strong tasting curry, you can get worried. "Just what are they trying to hide?" Is the chicken so old and bad they need to hide it under the strong tastes of curry? But I repeat, the food is not inedible, just not tasty. Something to bitch about but not to make a formal complain to. But you can actually make a report to the staff of the canteen to improve the food. But we don't know if they ever read that stupid Peti Cadangan.

After lunch, went home. Dad went to work, so I was to chill at home...

House was quiet. Once again, realized that I was not at camp anymore. At camp, after lunch time, I usually go back to the dorm and just chill with friends or sometimes take a nap. This time, there were no friends. No people lounging on their single beds listening to their MP3 some singing to the songs, no one sweeping their bed area, organizing their locker, chatting loudly, rolling tembakau. No more. It was REALLY quiet at home.

Had a normal dinner at night. With grandmum and father....

Normal as it may have been, it was once again nice and well, home sweet home-ish. But of course, the ugly monster which is that of missing friends reared it's stupid ugly head. Dinner times were one of the best times ever for myself at camp. One of the reasons were that I usually don't go to the Dewan Makan but go to the cafe which is a la carte. So you order and pay and it's not bad. But the best thing about it- is friends. The Selangorians spend time there a heck of a lot. We call ourselves the English Language Society since we seem to be the only few people at camp who speak the International Language. ( I didn't use the past tense in that last sentence did I? Darn, I'm missing those times)

We chat at the cafe about NS, we bitch about the people, the teachers and sometimes slip in a joke or two. So the last paragraph goes out to my English Language Society mates: Yin Mun, Hwee Ching, Kenny and Ivana and Sean Foo.

It was late, it was time for bed...

Now, sleep is what I love back home. My own bed, my soft pillows not filled with a sort of hard not-to-be-made-into-pillow material given at NS. My sheets are clean and the blanket actually covers my entire body. Oh I love sleeping back at home.

But again it's the silence that gets me. I have not had a quiet night of sleep for a long time. At camp, there will ALWAYS be someone awake chatting till the wee hours, slurping their maggi some even practice their marching or do sit-ups and push-ups at that time.

As for me, I usually chat with Anje

Anje (not his real name) is probably one of my best mates at camp. He comes from Ipoh and is nonsensical, loves rock music and oldies, filled with adoration for his religion and has strong opinions on brotherhood and unity. But that sentence could never define him, only describe him and that description is extremely vague. Extremely.

He sleeps on the bed next to mine. When I wake up, it's him that I first see, still snoring and covered in his blanket. It is he who I have the responsibility of waking up (we all have to wake each other up in the dorm, we don't want to get our company in trouble for being tardy) and it is he who always says 5 more minutes and on weekends loves to "sleep till maghrib".

We chat, every night without fail about anything under sun and sometimes even the moon. His stories and history I know and vice versa. We are both fans of kuaci. But being Raja, he is the King of Kuaci. For our chats are more often than not accompanied with the biting sounds of kuaci eating. Like hamsters our dorm mates will always say.

I miss him the most. We've been through helluvalot of things together back at camp. Me helping him out with his Islamic Forum held at the surau, him helping me with my debate at camp but most of all, it's how both of us help each other cope with NS. Everything from the big things like composing the company song to the small things like helping each other get water from the water cooler.


The above paragraphs go out to my best mate: Anje

Next morning, went back to school to take the SPM results...

Got to see the whole gang again. It was stellar I tell you. The whole day I was smiling. Meeting friends again was superb fun. And seeing Ming's new hair was in itself hair raising (in a most definite good way).

Met up with the teachers again. My lovely mums, Pn. Doreen, Pn. Ernice and Miss Ann. That reunion was nostalgic seeing them again all healthy and already taking on a new batch of crazy students like us two and a half men.

Seeing those teachers also reminded me of the teachers back at camp. We call everyone at camp more senior than ourselves cikgu or to the commandant-tuan.

I LOVE all the male PT (Physical Training) cikgus back at camp. All of them are ex-TLDM, TUDM or TTDM. And their exactly like us trainees but just older. They like chit-chatting with one another at the cafe till late at night. They crack jokes ALL the time. But also get serious when it is time to be.

I am finding it extremely hard to describe what those teachers were like. They were more of friends and more of the crazy uncle in the family which all his nephews like than trainers.

My favourite cikgu at camp has got to be Cikgu Mohd Noor. Unlike the other trainers he's still in the police force. He is a straightforward and non-nagging teacher. Hard to find. He loves to joke around with the trainers and also gives us a lot of spirit when we are down. While other teachers lecture when we fail or do something wrong, he motivates. He doesn't complain about us but asks us to look at ourselves and then tell HIM whats wrong.

The above paragraphs go to Mohd. Noor.

But at camp there are also dreadful teachers. Really boring or non-motivational or seem to have no qualifications whatsoever to be handling a class. But thats just the tip of the grotesque iceberg. The bottom is saved for the teachers who keep favourites, who treat other trainees unfairly, who seem to have a personal vendetta against certain trainees, who bend the rules but only for their "pets", who are OGK (Orang Giler Kuasa) -as they are called in camp. And there was a teacher like that. And I thoroughly loathed him. Ask Ming and Cheeks, I don't loathe people. But for a monster like him I make an exception.

Went out with friends to The Curve, watched 10,000 BC, chatted and chatted and chatted...

Once again missing my friends. But won't use words now. Just Pictures.

L to R
Top row: Kenny, Ivana, Anje, Ching, Mun, Me

Bottom row: Tobek, Yus

Me, Kenny and Yus

Me, Kenny, Ivana, Mun, Sean
At CF on Friday nights

CF

At night, went for dinner with godparents. It was a lovely time with them...

Relived moments in NS and started feeling relieved all the bad stuff of NS like classes and the dorms and the idiotic, annoying, immature, moronic, stealing, smoking, fighting people were all gone. And started missing all the good stuff like friends and the cikgus and the times I had with them.

It was time for sleep again. I slept like a baby-on-sleeping-medication-getting-hit-by-a-rock-whilst-hitting-the-hay. It was a long day. But Anje called at 1 am. We talked till 2. And then I slept like a baby-on-sleeping-medication-getting-hit-by-a-rock-whilst-hitting-the hay; this time with a smile.

Woke up the next day, sat on my ass in front of the comp and wrote this and only finished it now...

PS:Pictures

At the shooting range. The distance of the shooters from the target is 100m.

Me donating blood

Me and Cikgu Rizal aka. Stone Cold

Me and Mun. Last night at camp. The dress code was traditional clothing


Me and Ivana

Me looking scary

Me looking happy

PPS: When I get my hand on more pictures I'll upload em.


NS is fun,
Most of the time it sucks,
But once in a while it's okay-
If you're on drugs.

Of Returned Friends and Grades

Welcome back my beloved darlings from NS (Jal and Sarah). It seems like a faze how fast time flies. I recall consoling Sarah, telling her that NS will be over before she knows it, and voila!! It is now officially behind you darlings! God bless you guys for coming home in one piece!

Speaking of things behind us, the dreaded SPM results has also become a thing of the past. Nobody need no details, but to those who did well CONGRATULATIONS!!!! Its now time to carry on with life, no more putting the future off with the excuse of "After results laa".

Just a mental note for everyone though, SPM is just the beggining of a life-long journey. From this point onwards, they'd be bigger and scarier things to worry about. Like rolling in cash to sustain a living, going to work because you're obliged to, finishing up projects that might get you fired if not done well and of course, studying like crap in college.

Me and Cheeks probably had a small taste of this reality by working at TGI Fridays. But even that, we didn't work to earn a living and it was already hard enough.

So high-flyers- be realistic, and the others, well just remember that Someone's watching over you. It isn't the end, and I'm not saying it just because I'm saying it. It's really true.

On a lighter note, it was awesome to meet so many friends on one single occasion! Nearly everyone I wanted to see was there (with the exception of Mag and a few others) but I am still grateful to have met those that I have met.

Right after the SPM results, we went to have lunch at Ikea. Although Florence and I have been very very thrifty these past few months where transportation is concerned (we only took rm1 busses and free shuttle service), we gave in yesterday because the weather was scorching!! Hence, in the spirit of not frying our skin under the baking Sun, we paid a little more and took taxis. Lunch lasted about 2 hours (the eating bit was probably only less than 20minutes), spent mostly on yapping and yapping and yapping and more yapping about things. I love chatting with close friends~

And this picture is to show you how important oil blotters are when going out in Malaysia. Faces can get really really oily in a matter of minutes (ie. me) and photos taken shall be shiny and really fugly. So carry these oil blotters I'm talking about and blot before you snap. Unless you look like Fana (whom is gorgeous 98% of the time), don't try to be kiam siap with these neccesities.

Watched 10,000 BC after lunch with Jal, Huey Ee and Florence. The movie was ohh-kay, more amazing because of the hot lead character, the blue-eyed Evolet, the mega-chun effects and all the suspense; not so much on the storyline. My brother reckons it's because of the producers, who also produced "the Day After Tommorow", which takes the cake for the horrid of most horrid movies. So I guess he has a point.

Thats all for now. Oh? Did I forget to mention that in 3 months time Jal has decided to become a stud? The way he looks now, its enough to make any guy wanna sign up for NS to beef up a little. Great job pal! You did great and look absolutely fantabulous! I R so proud of you!

Luckily I managed to swipe this one awesome picture with so many people. Finally, a nice picture of many people! And you can see the "new" stud-ly Jal in the earlier picture!

Gotta keyboard-off now. My cat's pushing open the room door. Wonder how it got so smart and learnt to do that..

Merengue

Hello world!

Why not you try and guess what today's post is about? No idea? Of course you don't, if not you wouldn't be here in the first place!

Haha forgive the bit of asshole-ness there. To not digress further, lets start the post with a definition, the definition of Merengue to be exact! For short, its a type of dance, for long, its a type of dance whereby :

"Partners hold each other in a closed position. The man holds the woman's waist with his right hand while keeping his left hand/her right hand at the woman's eye level. The merengue is a two-step beat requiring both partners to bend their knees slightly left and right. This in turn makes the hips move left and right. When danced correctly, the hips of the man and woman will move in the same direction throughout the song. Partners may walk sideways or circle each other, in small steps. They can further switch to a double handfold position and do separate turns without letting go each other's hands or momentarily releasing one hand. During these turns they may twist and tie their handhold into intricate pretzels. Other choreography is possible."

Wikipedia

Get?

Lol, today was considered a great day at work I suppose. I felt very satisfied with myself (not in any way that prompts suggestive imaginations,lol) but in the sense that I felt I did my job well. I had a couple today that thanked me for suggesting a meal that was just nice for them and they said they would recommend me. Then I had this family who came in and had dinner but it was the mother's birthday so we celebrated it with her and they seemed thoroughly happy. I also noticed that their children were the ones who ran in fear of the man dubbed the "Fisherman" (me la duh, I wear a Dory fish hat for work, go figure, lol) and they also remembered me. And then probably the highlight of the day was that I actually danced with a customer! Haha it was her birthday and I don't know how but my colleagues managed to get her to dance instead of the usual singing. She adamantly demanded a partner, however the Friday's waiter and waitresses training failed to cover the part on dancing so we had no eligible dancer. But I syiok-sendiri said I would be her partner but the catch is that she will lead me in dancing. She replied that usually in dancing the man would lead the lady, but due to my inadequate dancing skills, I humbly rebutted her reply by saying I would be the lady for the night. Well from there everything was history. She got down from the chair and held my hand and she began to move. Before long I follow suit and without knowing it, I was dancing the Merengue!

Today was a truly wonderful day. Strangely enough, today we celebrated quite a few number of birthdays. We also hosted this 2 guest, a man and an old lady, whereby the man had made a reservation earlier and requested a table for 2 with flowers and slight decor. The true purpose was to celebrate his mother's 64th birthday. I felt truly honoured to be a part of it and to witness such a beautiful act of affection from a son towards his mother.

Mr. James once said,

"the only thing you cannot control in this world, is being born"

but in truth, nothing is more significant than one's birthday, the mark of one's arrival to existence and the destiny attached to them. So to all of my guest who I have so honoured to have been part of their birthday celebration, I wanna say to them happy birthday again and hope that you will be able to fulfill the destinies you have chose for yourselves.

And for those reading this, thank you and look out for me in Step Up 3! XD

Balloon Arch and Goalie Milo

Hi all! Its great to be back. I wasn't exactly gone but, you know what I mean lol. But just a quick comment before I start with the post, Ming, I think you should be more considerate for other people's imaginations by not talking about your cat's whore stories, well at least it affected me... slightly. Heh? =P!

Alright, here we go!

Today was quite a event packed day. Other than work (duh!), we had a party for Lisa! And guess what? It was a SURPRISE party! WowWwWw~~~! Lol, please forgive me for my syiok-sendiri-ness. But you gotta understand, I didn't get to witness it! Well at least not the main event. I went early with Ming cause we wanted to do a balloon arch (a little something we learned at Friday's) for Lisa. Well it is quite a big thing, not to mention fabolous! Haha so we had to went early to do it and we manage to pull it off. Not the best balloon arch in the world, but I suppose it sufficed, if only those wretched cina-made balloons didn't pop! But I had already expected some balloons to pop anyway, no biggie. It still looked like one at least, so it achieved its purpose! After we just continued with minor decor and I tak-malu-ingly took 3 slices of pizza and ate it before anybody did or even before the party even started. Well mainly is because I had to leave. So I did what I could and left for work. I hope Lisa you had a blast! Happy birthday! And of course I hope everyone else enjoyed themselves as well. I was kinda depressed I couldn't stay but well work is work and at least I helped out so it wasn't too bad.

Work was slow, nothing much. If it wasn't for the Liverpool game, I doubt anyone would come. Plus it had rained and was raining, so as my boss Mr. James curses the weather and Ryan Babel, I rejoiced in bliss while I sip my glass of hot water.

But after work was the real highlight! I went for futsal! At 1am! Wow again! Lol, this is probably the first time I've used so many exclamation (!) marks in any of my posts or even essay writing back in school days. It was ok. I wouldn't say it was super chun, mainly because my attempt at trying to act all pro and cool failed, and also I didn't know these guys (my colleagues) THAT well. I felt comfortable and I knew I could trust them, but I still felt vary and slightly insecure, but I suppose its normal? I hope. But in spite of my failure at acting, my eyes were opened to some very fine futsal players, namely Berry and abang Edy! Berry had really good feet and he could string a move together pretty well. But my man of the match goes to Edy hands down. Dubbed "Goalie Milo" ( I don't know why, but they seem to call him that, maybe he plays semi-professionally perhaps?) made quite a few great saves and not to mention he has a tendency of getting into good positions to block shots and anticipate the game. I was quite amazed. He wasn't invincible, but he was 'chun'. After the game, I went back home, duh! Lol.

Well yea thats pretty much it. Today was quite a eventful day since this is the first time I've ever went futsal with my colleagues, it was like a step of faith in getting myself involved with these guys. They aren't exactly saints, but the are still very good people that I truly admire in some ways and am so blessed to be able to meet them and learn from them. And again I just want to wish Lisa a happy birthday!

To my loyal fans, thanks for reading and all the best!