!

You know, I actually kind of understand why some people purposely put themselves in a continued state of inebriation. I really do, sometimes I wish I had the gonads to do something like that.

I need love!

Key Learnings for the day:

1. I need to cross breed and have incredibly hot children. Chinese and Brazillian would be ideal.
2. I behave flirtatiously when engaging people while representing myself in a professional context.
3. I need to learn and develop the ability to do number 2, while in a social environment.

If I am so fucking flirtatious, why am I still single and a miserable failure at attempting to get laid before my 18th birthday? I hope it's not because I suck at behaving flirtatiously, because apparently I engage in such behave frequently whilst representing myself professionally. I think, the blame lies with the set of principles and a moral compass that works horribly well that has been with me since I was a wee child.

Also, I think I don't really need to engage in sexual activity, but rather miss intimacy.




Oh, fuck.

Recognition Rocks.

And today, I sat through an entire operations meeting, the only part timer amidst a sea of career F&B professionals, from Director to Store Manager, shy and a nervous wreck because strangely enough I couldn't recognize or even recall a lot of the people who recognized me.

Pleasantly surprised that I wasn't there to conduct a coffee tasting, as I was told, but to receive an award, life was good. For a while, at least. Recognition, rocks.

Well, I liked it better.

Rupturing the skin under my thumbnail, while attempting to fit the little piece back into the whip cream dispenser and having blood spray all over freshly sanitized silverware and china I think, was god-or whatever name your higher power goes by- telling me to stop. I really am disgruntled and upset with how stagnant I have become. So, after helping out with the operations meeting, followed by an unspecified role in the regional marketing conference for Christmas, I am most definitely not going back to work anymore.

I know I've been telling loads of people that I was going to stop work ages ago, but have always manage to accede the extremely polite pleas for help. But, me first, now.




I don't like it so much anymore now, anyway.

Aiyer.

Today has been a day of spectacular cock ups and revelations. Additionally, crying is no good and today it's already happened twice. It's something that I can understand but not necessarily relate to. A display of emotion that I would be able to relate to would be that of putting my fist through a person's ugly mug. It's very unhealthy and this month I've had that feeling at least once a week. Thank god next week will most certainly be my last week, (I know, I've been saying that for weeks already) because I'm afraid I actually work up enough anger to put my fist through somebody's face.

Oh well, a new day beckons.

Oh no!

Just as I thought that I was going to lead a boring 3 weeks, sleeping and building muscle mass the horrible calls of the siren in the form of the district manager asking for a favour conspire to destroy happy, boring-away from work bliss!

Captain Enormous Nether Reigon.

And, nothing is sacrosanct anymore. Nothing, I tell you. If only I could throw lighting, the people I'd smite. Fuck y'all this is some serious shit that you don't mess around with, yo.


The world needs more order.

9 August.

The day before, Russia invaded Georgia.


On the day Singaporeans were celebrating lights and noise in the sky, Bernie Mac died.





The world is a much less happy place. Rest in peace Bernie Mac, you brought much joy into my teenage life and will be sorely missed.

Oh Gods, Why Have You Forsaken Me So?

The coming week will be my last week of working insane torturous hours, and I'm scheduled to work 6 days.



So much for leaving quietly and in peace.




Oh dear powers above, why do you toy with me so?




(And no, I didn't win anything from Friday's lottery draw, though I did come extremely close to winning $20. The powers to be conspire against me.)

Surprise!

And at the behest of a fellow colleague at work, who also happens to be a full time branch manager for Singapore Pools. I had my first foray into legal gambling, spending all of 3 dollars on betting on a pot of 8 million, feeling quite sure that I had just spent money on an embarrassing exercise in futility.


That is, the most exciting that's happened to me so far. I mean, exciting enough to compel a blog entry, I guess.




Damn aunties. Don't they know that 18 means you can smoke, drink, club, have sex and gamble?

Idolisation

Is something that I should savour while I still can. As much as I feel washed up, there are times when there are people so eager and enthusiastic, willing to melt into a gleaming puddle of adoration at the sound of titles that are designed to weave images of grandeur and majesty way beyond their actual prestige.


And please, don't stop leaving me your phone number. One day, I might actually call back! Though it's very highly unlikely that I will (people whom I would love to call never give me their phone numbers).