opening night.

This is why i love my job.

I have 3 Jagerbombs in my system, all for free. I saw my boss dead drunk and knocked out for an hour, made friends with two pretty beer ladies, networked with two customers who do F&B (and bought us drinks).

How many jobs allow you to do that (including drinking on the job?)

It may end late, but somehow it always seems worth it in the end, even though the pay isn't exactly the best.

Now, to prepare for class in the morning.

good night!

life as a waitress

Fun! I love it when C is there. She's the one who makes those 5-7 hours enjoyable. If she didn't start on the second day I was there, I don't think I'd have continued with the job. I love it when we comment about the customers right in front of them, and just have a good laugh over whatever random things it is. And yesterday, was no exception. This is what I started:

Me: " Everytime I look at that couch, I just want to jump and pounce onto it." < refers to big black sofa and my tired feet.

*C looks over to the couch*

C: "The couch, or the man?"

*I raise my eyebrows, and look over to the couch appreciatively. Hunky cutely delicious man sitting on the other couch next to it.*

Me: "I was talking about 28(the empty couch), but.......heh."

C: "So once again, the question - the MAN, or the Couch?"

*I smile, and went to attend to other customers*

:D

another dream.

It was....something I didn't expect.

I was out at some event, and fast forward, I made out with two guys on some staircase landing (not both at the same time of course). Well, the surprise was that the guy was jl, and the relationship is too complicated to even consider starting anything with him. Nonetheless, the feeling was sweet. Second guy, same social circle, but I don't remember a thing about it. I guess the shock of remembrance wore off after the first one.

mornings

In the past, this kind of timings wouldn't have been considered early to be up, nor is it an early part of the day.

Just past 8.30am a few years ago, and I would have been up for at least 2 hours by then, sitting in the classroom listening to teachers drone on. a decade ago, people would have been up and running businesses, rush hour traffic over, and breakfast places slowing down daily sales.

Now, we're expected to try to be punctual for an ungodly early 8.30am class (and let me emphasize the word TRY here), if not, it's no surprise when a few of us are late.

Which brings me to think about technology, and how it has enabled us to defy the natural workings of time. The Sun was our time guide. We woke when the Sun rose, we slept when the sun set. But now, we wake when the Sun's halfway up the sky, and we sleep, hours just before the Sun rises. And why are we doing that? Screwing our internal body clock for what, more life, more time? We can't change the number of hours there are in a day. It'll still stay at 24 until the Sun rises from the West and sets in the East.

What is happening, is that the advent of the electronics distract us till we forget the time, the lightbulb allows us to stay up and complete our never-ending work, and the increasing culture of life being entertaining only at night, when darkness prevails upon the world.

i want to ask you. but i'm scared.

climbing

I really lost you. There's no more desire. No more motivation to join the group. I'm not getting excited as I used to, being pushed on by failure and wanting to try what others couldn't do. The moves don't feel right anymore, there's no flow, no fluidity and no connection between you and me. It was like me going through with the motions, but without any heart in it. 

It's the shoulder. It's preventing me from getting deeper with you. 

It's all the admin work. It's taking the time I can have with you.

It's the abundance of choices. It's making it difficult to decide which path to head towards.

It's all excuses.

Please. Let me fall in love with you once more. 

the art of travelling.

I don't have a talent. Not in music, not in the arts, not in sports, not in generosity, and definitely not in having any unusual body parts. But I do have a passion, one that has been dominating my thoughts for the past few hours, been guiding my life the past few years, and will affect my future in the next few years. And that is - Travelling.

From Antartica to Zimbabwe, I want to travel the world, to experience everything from nature, the sights, the sounds and the people. It is such a liberating yet other-worldly feeling to know that you're a small part of something so much bigger.

I want my future to be about travelling. Getting a job that enables me to travel, or making travelling itself my job! I've considered it. I could be a travel writer. But I don't write that well, I can't even keep a consistent blog.  I could be a travelling food writer! But then again, I'm not THAT knowledgeable in cuisine, nor do I have super-sensitive tastebuds. I could be a travel show host! But I'm not photogenic for the camera. I could look for opportunities to do anything.

I want to inspire others while travelling. The creation of dreams, through the exposure of the rest of the world, that's what I want to do for other kids living in the villages, areas which most of them never leave their whole lives. With dreams, comes action and motivation, to be something bigger than they could ever imagine to be. That's the power of dreams.

I'd hope to write a book someday. or at least a blog. To share my travel stories and insights from it. Justification for all the travelling that I'm going to do.