Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Monday, March 23, 2009

Laughing pills and raging hormones.

I did not see it happening, so my extrasensory perception was indeed right. It actually does not affect me that much, just that the feeling of disappointment is awful. I felt somewhat dejected, but my day still had to go on. Seeing the world revolving with people encompassing you, I felt disconnected from reality, trapped within waves from the music streaming. At the same time, I started to observe my surroundings when I was walking through the park, Seashell Park.

The meandering slope uphill which I bothered spending time to walk on, whilst carping about the ridiculous number of twist and turns.
The exposure of sun as it is a park.
The lamppost that is still being caught between the sturdy branches of the tree standing beside it.
The concrete pavement that used to be a patch of grass, with a trail created by frequent trampling.

Soulmate desperately needed food, hence, she kept pressing the kitchen staff for food.

This was how she looked like when she was famished.


Hanah, while she was having her break between shifts.


Bored-looking Minthu and exhausted-looking View.


Khai (Chucky) and Leonard.


Leonard, attempting so hard to control his laughter while trying to plant a smooch on Khai.
Khai (Chucky), being shy.


Deployment today was favourable to me in the sense that I was handling a smaller station. Soulmate had to manage station B, and Farhan was designated as the runner. Everything was sailing pretty smoothly for me, I must say. However, I got frustrated when I had to take a couple of orders all at once, get the bills all at once, and clear the tables, all at once. Can you picture it?


I am trying my best not to say it.

Goodnight.

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