Amidst their exams period and other stuff, i got asked out for lunch and such for the last couple and next couple of days. turned down 2 but have to go for 2 hehe…

at the moment though, despite the cold and such, and the fact that i am poor, i have been looking at cafes quite a bit. well, for the most part it’s because

1) emma’s family now owns one and

2) tosolini’s a cafe i have to go past before i reach my work place. it’s mandatory, and they have the most awesomest deserts. seriously.

sometimes, by the time i go into work, i am drooling a little, and by the end of the night, you can practically hear my tummy growling (although hilariously, before i forget again, during my exams, my stomach was HOWLING. emma kept staring at me, and peter kept trying to stifle his giggles. i am hungry guys, i can’t HELP it. -.- ). i don’t hunger for coffee though, or hot chocolate – company has so much, i just make myself latte on a daily basis. who gives a shit about being served coffee anyways?

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the work in the last few days wasn’t so bad either. i had a tiff with cookie though, and about some rules and regulations i know i occassionally flaunt. i have my reasons, but a flaunting is a flaunting, and because i have done them, i do feel bad when i tell people off about it because in all technicality i did perform those acts. namely, asking for food while on duty. the thing is, i don’t sneak it. if i do ask, i ask openly. but i have a new bar dude (ok not so new now) who constantly asks waitresses to do things for him – as if we are his servants. fucking pay us then, bitch.

cookie on the other hand, has been amazing. he has not been too abusive towards us, and even if he had a fit, he gets over it by the next day, instead of holding a grudge against us for 8 months (then again, it was his fault ) i wonder how long will it be before he pms though.

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the last few days have been terribly cold though, as we hit the ride into the beginning of winter, so to speak.

i wore those socks around now, even though i had them for the past 3 years from burgmann. it was their footy sock i think. had to fold them down though, coz they were kinda real long. they are fairly warm though, and still have this… new unstretched feeling to them. however, they don’t seem to like my faux-fur lined boots much. i kept slidding around in my boots today in them, and almost flew outta my boots while walking.

sadly, i can’t protect my hands in a similar way. they got real chapped and my skin split open. initially, it wasn’t that bad, skin turned yellow (as a sign of dead skin i guess) and got real rough. then the real splitting began, and i was in the restaurant working my ass off. cleaning plates off their sauces and crap, some sauces crept into the open wound that’s the split, and fuck, did it hurt. surgical finger gloves came into my mind, but i wasn’t sure if they sell it here.

next night, some new sub head chef was making salad infront of me as i worked the pass. saw him wearing one of those finger gloves though, and i got insanely happy, and borrowed one from out first aid kit the next night.

but….

as the night progressed, air bubbles started filling to the top. regardless of that though, from the beginning of the night, the girls kept asking me “why are you wearing a condom on your finger cheryl!?!?”

DOT

DOT

DOT

initially i told them the real reason, to protect that finger from sauces and pain. then i got annoyed. and various reasons started coming out (these are potential med students, so to speak… they were planning on med school). 2 main reasons of the night

“i grew a penis on my hand. it’s trying to get use to women around it, by cumming.”

“so i can fuck someone with it.”

YES I KNOW I AM VERY VERY CRUDE. SHUT UP. i was busy, they were getting on my nerves with their stupidity. it works out well.

but what was so rewarding? at the end of the night, some girl came up to me after i told her what it really was, since i had the time. “oh i thought it was a real condom, and was wonder, geez, whose penis could be so small?”

i looked at her with shining eyes.

then we both said in unison.

“COOKIE!!!!”

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i made a picture book last year from my flickr picts for my dad, and finally sent it a couple of weeks ago to him. because my crazy mum decided to chalk up lotsa bills (yet again) and they were all in my name, she didn’t dare to open the mail box, for fear of seeing the accumulating amount of money, and the fact that she knows when i get back and see them, i will throttle her.

last night, some wonderful “didi” called my dad to call me (for me), coz i am low on credit. so i told him to go take a look, an early present for him yada yada…

that unappreciative…. *@&@!$##*# he started whining and whining and whining, why didn’t i have my messy room picts in there, or my soft toys collection so he can show off to the relatives. like hello? you have the ENTIRE collection back home, just take the picts of them and pretend i am in singapore then. dammit.

well, this pict’s dedicated to him then.

parents -.-

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