Work was, bullshit. Sucked big time.
Not the task but the people.
Not that I'm being plain racist or whatsoever.
Don't blame me.

They conducted briefings in 50% Chinese.
Other than briefings, 100% Chinese. I am not exaggerating.
Reminded me very much of Mr Du! The way they spoke. Heheh.

"If you never do your work properly, I become no job. And if I have no job, YOU THINK you can work again?" said one of the in-charged.
First look, he was wearing all smart and formal, with gelled hair. The next time, he opened his mouth to speak, BLEARGH! Sucha turn-off. Very China Chinese. He is lah anyway, kinda obvious. Ok, maybe VERYYYY OBVIOUS!

That dialogue: first, crappy(language wise). Second, what was the matter? There was OBVIOUSLY no link?!
You becoming jobless, why the hell we would not be able to find a job then?
I turned -_-" instantly.

Then this big fat motherfucker who finds it difficult to shut her big fat fucking mouth.
Kept on finding others' fault.
BFM: "You don't know how to set table meh?"
This Indian guy: "Yes, I do."
BFM: "Then, sit there lah. Chibai!"
Others LOL.

I went :O instead.
I mean, you are one of the important figure there. You are representing Mandarin Oriental Hotel.
You could even proudly claim that the hotel is the third here.
Then having said that, it was certainly NOT a behaviour you should be portraying.
Better off you took off your wear and put on something more AhLian or Auntie or Nyonya.
Oh come on biatche, SHUT YOUR TRAP!

Ok, I am done with this.

I love the uniform actually. The pic is with Love. Wore size xxxs, and off to put on very very thick make-up. Blue eye-shadowed. Uh uh uh.

The other waiters and waitresses were nice.
Lucky me, I need not to cut the ducks and walked in and out the kitchen like Love did, because I helped out the back area. Pity Love. Hehe. But you gained experience. I don't. Only wiping plates and cutleries. Oh Wow. -.-

Some of the chefs and cleaners were being flirtatious. I just kept hanging around Hafiz because he was a Malay(HAHA!) and he was the only one I felt comfortable with.

There was this one time, we were in a store finding for some stuff.
Came across this auntie who I first thought wouldn't mind giving a helping hand, to the 2 pathetic kids.

Me: "Excuse me auntie, you know where is the saucer?"
She kept quiet for about 5 seconds. Then,
Auntie: "You ask who?"
Me(irritated voice) "You lah."
Auntie: "Then why no manners?!"

Hello Auntie, I couldn't get you at all! Thank you Hafiz, for your laugh helped eh. -.-



By the time we ended, firstly,I took off my shoes. I could feel my toe wailing for help.
Super extravagant tiring.

Got changed and went to have some lovely time with Love by the bay.
Talked, joked, laughed, tickled and uruted each other.
Trained back home from Cityhall, bounced back. I slept in the train with Love whispering and singing those love songs in my ear. How sweet. :)

Next work? I have no idea. Boo.

When I first woke up this morning, it was lagu raya. Decided to sleep back, with another lagu raya. Woke up again, still lagu raya. Now, they are still playing lagu raya.
Buttttt....................................
I am listening to Disturbia. Hehe.

Berdendang mari berdendang, berdendang di seluruh alam.
Bergema suara bergema, nazam lebaaaaaaaran.
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum.

Selamat Hari Raya!
=)


it is not only about me, or you, because we are in this love together