it was your hello that kept me hanging on every word
and your goodbye that keeps me listening for your voice around each corner
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Friday, September 23, 2005
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Saturday, September 17, 2005
disgusting.
wah lan eh! the stupid girls cant carry their own bags??? there were 4 girls and 1 boy. boy carries all the bags. but i dont blame the girls entirely.
boy. The good Lord up above gave you a penis for a reason. and thats not to let it get whacked around by some IJ girls. you fucking disgrace! pussy-whipped-faggot-shit.
heres another one.
pussy!!!
***
we celebrated char's birthday today. sketches at robertson walk, then pool at paradigm. fun? totally. i love you baby. we got another great day in front of us tml.
taa motherfucker, taa!
wah lan eh! the stupid girls cant carry their own bags??? there were 4 girls and 1 boy. boy carries all the bags. but i dont blame the girls entirely.
boy. The good Lord up above gave you a penis for a reason. and thats not to let it get whacked around by some IJ girls. you fucking disgrace! pussy-whipped-faggot-shit.
heres another one.
pussy!!!
***
we celebrated char's birthday today. sketches at robertson walk, then pool at paradigm. fun? totally. i love you baby. we got another great day in front of us tml.
taa motherfucker, taa!
Friday, September 16, 2005
Friday, September 09, 2005
My posts don't need no stinking titles. hey everyone. i just got my pay. but i havent banked it in yet. gotta put it aside. got parties next week. on top of tt its my dear charlene's birthday next week too. she doesnt believe me! her birthday present is really gonan need 4 toothpicks. if i can pull it off.
im not sure, cuz i've been so caught up to my arse in work and church stuff. busy trying to co-ordinate the designs and getting approval. sometimes i hate having to be diplomatic.
nevermind! i finally got myself down to SSDC at yio chu kang to register for my basic theory. imagine, my school is just in front of tt place but i've always been too ass-lazy to go down. no more! soon kenneth will have a driving license.
pedestrians beware.
i will not hesitate to slam you down if you've offended me in any way. =)
better not say so much. get the damn license first.
okay. i'm working multiple jobs now, on an ad hoc basis. at that shithole restaurant at novena sq, the hp print shop at amoy street, and an office in kallang.
anyhow, the shithole restaurant is pissing the shit outta me. i mean, what kind of company pays its employees their pay for JUNE in AUGUST. stupid asshat company. only concerned with making profits. staff welfare? who needs it.
i read this article in the new paper today, about service standards in singapore (yet again). but this time, the writer told if from the POV of someone in the service industry. lets face it, working full time in that line will kick the shit out of you. long or irregular half-fucked working hours, low pay, and emotional distress from dickhead employers and ass-wipe customers. c'mon singaporeans, when was the last time you smiled and thanked the person giving you your meal at mcdonalds? or the patient young lady in robinsons who let you try on everything on the rack 1 by 1?
ok, admittedly, some pple in the service line REALLY have sucky attitudes, and their mostly the ones who tYpEz LiKeZz TiS. agree? bad attitude, they just stand there, you ask them a question within their JOB DESCRIPTION and they fail to answer you. not only tt. they give a blank stare and reply curtly, after which they'll go back to twiddling their dyed rebonded hair. their the exact opposite. thinking tt working a service job is beneath them. and they handle things in such an unprofessional manner. what do you expect with their brains?
i had a customer the other day at the restaurant, some middle aged exec. probably 50. you know what i hate the most? to be waved at. like their gesturing for a dog to come over. and worse, when they talk to you they dont even look at you. well you know what old man? fist yourself! i show respect to every customer who walks in thru the door, but after getting rude bitch after rude bitch, it gets tiring. but the job still has to be done.
the customer is not always right.
im not sure, cuz i've been so caught up to my arse in work and church stuff. busy trying to co-ordinate the designs and getting approval. sometimes i hate having to be diplomatic.
nevermind! i finally got myself down to SSDC at yio chu kang to register for my basic theory. imagine, my school is just in front of tt place but i've always been too ass-lazy to go down. no more! soon kenneth will have a driving license.
pedestrians beware.
i will not hesitate to slam you down if you've offended me in any way. =)
better not say so much. get the damn license first.
okay. i'm working multiple jobs now, on an ad hoc basis. at that shithole restaurant at novena sq, the hp print shop at amoy street, and an office in kallang.
anyhow, the shithole restaurant is pissing the shit outta me. i mean, what kind of company pays its employees their pay for JUNE in AUGUST. stupid asshat company. only concerned with making profits. staff welfare? who needs it.
i read this article in the new paper today, about service standards in singapore (yet again). but this time, the writer told if from the POV of someone in the service industry. lets face it, working full time in that line will kick the shit out of you. long or irregular half-fucked working hours, low pay, and emotional distress from dickhead employers and ass-wipe customers. c'mon singaporeans, when was the last time you smiled and thanked the person giving you your meal at mcdonalds? or the patient young lady in robinsons who let you try on everything on the rack 1 by 1?
ok, admittedly, some pple in the service line REALLY have sucky attitudes, and their mostly the ones who tYpEz LiKeZz TiS. agree? bad attitude, they just stand there, you ask them a question within their JOB DESCRIPTION and they fail to answer you. not only tt. they give a blank stare and reply curtly, after which they'll go back to twiddling their dyed rebonded hair. their the exact opposite. thinking tt working a service job is beneath them. and they handle things in such an unprofessional manner. what do you expect with their brains?
i had a customer the other day at the restaurant, some middle aged exec. probably 50. you know what i hate the most? to be waved at. like their gesturing for a dog to come over. and worse, when they talk to you they dont even look at you. well you know what old man? fist yourself! i show respect to every customer who walks in thru the door, but after getting rude bitch after rude bitch, it gets tiring. but the job still has to be done.
the customer is not always right.
Monday, September 05, 2005
my life has become mundane. im in desperate need of cash but i dont have enough working hours to cover for all my ambitious expeditures. working at the HP print shop is boring, mechanical and basically routine, but it is also fulfilling to see all your hard work go into someones appreciative hands. not like waitering. *pooi
so she eats her ice cream, unaware of the impending danger surrounding her
oh fuck!
she bolted outta the place. really.
***
btw, bohemian rhapsody is one of the BEST songs ever written. if your musical vocabulary doesn't go past "tong hua" and simple-(garbage)-plan or good-(freaking-crap)-charlotte, then you probably wouldn't have heard about it.
like my friend LB said, it is the most original song ever written. okay enough musical rants for now. please know this. i have a list of desired albums. here!
1. interpol - turn on the bright lights
2. copeland - beneath medicine tree
3. underoath - they're only chasing safety
4. pink floyd - dark side of the moon (30th anniv. ed!)
and anything by the juliana theory and lovedrug. okay thats it for my aural wishlist. i'll write more next time.
till then. people who refuse to move to the middle of the train deserve to be trampled upon!
so she eats her ice cream, unaware of the impending danger surrounding her
oh fuck!
she bolted outta the place. really.
***
btw, bohemian rhapsody is one of the BEST songs ever written. if your musical vocabulary doesn't go past "tong hua" and simple-(garbage)-plan or good-(freaking-crap)-charlotte, then you probably wouldn't have heard about it.
like my friend LB said, it is the most original song ever written. okay enough musical rants for now. please know this. i have a list of desired albums. here!
1. interpol - turn on the bright lights
2. copeland - beneath medicine tree
3. underoath - they're only chasing safety
4. pink floyd - dark side of the moon (30th anniv. ed!)
and anything by the juliana theory and lovedrug. okay thats it for my aural wishlist. i'll write more next time.
till then. people who refuse to move to the middle of the train deserve to be trampled upon!
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