10 March 2009, Tuesday:
On this fateful day, I was sleeping so soundly when the electricity was cut off abruptly. Then I remembered reading a notice on that, plastered to the wall at the lift lobby the day before. I was awakened by the rude behaviour, and I realised how vital electricity is to me. I panicked, wondering if the water supply was cut off too. I know it's dumb to associate electricity with water, but I just had to ensure I still have water running out of my tap. I rushed to the bathroom, chanting for water, turned on the tap, and yay, I still have water!
Just few minutes after I got to the restaurant, Nabz and Ween dropped by!
WOOHOOOOO.
They came in to have some deserts.
When I was at station D with Khai, Minthu and View, Nadz came in and here was what happened.
I can only vaguely recall..
Nadz: Wah, family uh.
Nadz: (Minthu) Father, (Khai) Mother, (View) the kid.
Khai: No. (Minthu) Father, (View) mother. I the child.
Then Nadz gave us a brief briefing before we get down on the floor. Deployment as follows..
Greeter: Emerald
Station B: Anne
Runner/ Station A: Jean
Bar: Mon
Bar Runner/ Floater: Nadz
MOD: Phyo
Work was generally fine today, especially when there were several hysterical moments sprinkled here and there. The crew was great.
There was one point of time where Khai came out of the kitchen and he was at the cashier when Nadz took the tape and wrapped it around Khai, starting from his eyes. It was so hilarious seeing how Khai reacted to it.
My shift was supposed to end at 2200, and I was assigned to close C/ D, but since I was waiting for Anne as she was closing B, I requested to swap duties with Nadz. I prefer to close runner station, anyway.
Phyo: Talk to me, tell me your name.
Nadz: Who's that uh?
Jean: Phyo lah.
Phyo: *LAUGHS*
Phyo's face turns red.
All: *laugh*
Nadz: Like same sia. William Hung
Nadz: I know, I know. William Hung your cousin right, Phyo?
THAT WAS THE JOKE OF THE DAY!
After almost finishing with my duties, I insisted on mopping C too. Initially, Nadz refused, because I was supposed to give in to him this time when he did so previously. However, I didn't budge, so he surrendered and allowed me to mop instead.
Anne is another obstinate one. I insisted on helping her mop B, but no, she strongly objected to that too!
Takper. Haha.
All of us were sitting around after closing, when out of a sudden, Minthu shot Khai with a rubber band from behind the bar.
THE WAR HAS BEGUN.
Khai retaliated, and soon later, they started throwing endearmints at each other. Seeing them getting each other using childish means was akin to seeing small kids fight.
Funny, I swear.
Minthu got very high too, trying to rap like Eminem. Hahaha.
He was practically imitating rappers when he stroke the air with force and all.
H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S.
That night was this funny.
11 March 2009, Wednesday:
It was yet another date with my beloved soulmate. We met at 1600, thereabout, outside her apartment. We took a subway and traveled into the city area.
We wanted to catch a movie, time slots were not in our favor, hence we abolished that idea. We merely walked around, simply spending some time together, like homosexuals. We dined in at Paragon's Coffee Club, and Amirah was working at that time. I ordered my all time favorite, Alfredo, and a Strawberry Milkshake to go along. Nabz got herself Crepe Champoign, along with a Vanilla Milkshake. The milkshakes were splendid.
Dates with Nabilah Zaharah Shah will never go wrong. With great conversations and genuine, unreserved laughters, our day was considered fruitfully spent.
Love you, soulmate.
(By the way, I blogged already, babe. Beat that. Haha.)
Oh, oh! I managed to kill an insect last night with starch and a stack of papers. I was so defenceless, and I couldn't find any insecticides, so I used the can of starch instead.
How cool is that?
I am your world's best pest exterminator.
I will be going to work soon, so..
Later(:
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.
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.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
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