parting is sad not because of the parting part, but the fact that we know that we would forget the sadness of parting in time to come. sounds convoluted.. i guess i'm never good at expressing how i feel, so apologies to all those who are lost or think this is really chessy. just wad i'm feeling right now, I MISS CONRAD!!! and EVERYBODY THERE!! in no random order, banquet ppl, frontdesk ppl, concierge, PORTERS!!! rosy darling, serene the talk-non-stop person, jo (haha acutally see you everyday one lar.. so don't miss), michelle the mushroom cheesecake person, and all the rest who accompany the RG table during break times everyday. it's really sad to think that once you step out of the place, no longer in the uniform, you'll nv get to see the people who make your day for the past 2 weeks: the dish-washing uncle who has this sincere smile plastered on this face even though you are delievering a pile of dirty plates to him. the clothes auntie who dishes out the uniforms to you daily, the random security ppl who make sure that we loiterers don't make the hotel a playground, the really crappy porters who always remind us to study hard and be good girls, the ppl who has helped us any way or another in just a matter of 2 weeks. i've come to realised that really lar, sch isn't everything. well at first i thought working was going to be an UTTEr waste of time, like hello i need to finish up my hist pt, mug for maths and just prepare for the coming eois but these don't make u any better. well yar, they'll look good on ur resume when you have straight As and you will have this materialistic accomplishment, but i feel that this hols has been a fruitful one in a different way... i've grown somehow, in my opinio nlar, so anyone can contradict this, i've learnt more about been streetsmart rather than merely academically capable (as my dear fellow banqueteres put it). who ever thought that dishing out sweet and sour chilli sauce can be such a tiresome job, or that just opening doors and welcoming ppl with a sweet smile takes ALOT of effort indeeed. this is just a random thought but it seems like in a matter of 2 weeks, ppl (random strangers) have said thank you to me more times than i'll ever have received in like one whole school year? maybe an exaggeration lar, but it's like when you open the door, and they say thank you, it reall ymakes your day.. no matter how simple it might seem to you lar. oh well, continue living in my conrad dreamXD MUACKS once more to all the conrad ppl and i'll really miss teasing rosy over her super alot of ppl (flower guy, alan, sashi (mixture of sushi and sarsi!), sammie, ffffazli.. and all the other hushed up ones!), serene and her infatuation with sports cars blah blah
pris
Testify To Love (Album Version)
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
the cinderella story
okay so maybe the title is kind of misleading.. well it was supposedly some random thought that floated thru my mind as i spent my 'wonderful' holiday time polishing delicate wine glasses, folding napkins at the corner of a desolate pantry in the hotel corner. pls pardon more of my rumblings about my work experience. yup, i'm STILL working for another 3 more daYS!! haha though the ppl are acutally quite nice (specificially those from the concierge and front desk dept) the rest seem as if they have been zombies or perhaps mummified egyptians sent thru some time machine and planted to work eternally in this cold hotel chamber: they are SUPEr dao!! or rather, they seem to have lost this natural human ability to give a smile to a passing colleague, poosibly because (from what i have inferred over the past few days while mulling over dirty cutlery and pouring coffee for ppl) of their utterly BORING and MONOTONOUS work. well, the word montonous does truly look er monotonous rite? see... i'm not making sense anymore! and the reason is solely because i have been spending 8 hrs each day doing meaningless stuff. just a short summary of my interesting work schedule: collect dirty cutlery from kitchen, use a rickety trolley and roll back to the pantry, wipe the glasses spotless clean, move the cutlery back into some ulu corner, fold napkins into weird shapes, top up the water for the coffee-maker, arrange coffee cups, refill the coffee beans, clean up the mess made by those rich old businessmen, walk up and down 50 times to look busy, stand beside the coffeemachine to help them prepare coffee (and at the same time insulting the guests' intellectual level of not being able to just press ONE button for the coffee to come out), be a standby dustbin, to sum it up: a walking machine. no emotions nothing much... well and the rest of the time (if i'm lucky) is to talk crap with hopfeulyl some friendly parttime staff. so if i ever look quite dead after these 2 weeks of work, you now know why. oh well, at least i've learnt LOTS of things: hotel hygiene level is NOT to be trusted, okay i shan't dwell deeper or risk getting censored by some conrad person. wad else... and really lar, they waste super alot ALOT of food (like blueberry cheescake, croissants, cereal, breaded prawn, mini pizza, the most delectable food on earth DUMPED into the dustbin) i feel so guilty being the one doing so.. oh well the rich and the richer. but above all this, work has been yar quite erm fun... so now if you think of it, it really sounds like a cinderella story: wiping stuff, arranging stuff. okay i shan't go back into the whole whiny complains again. yup, hope the next time i post, i'll sound sane and not another zombie from conrad.
pris
pris
Thursday, June 15, 2006
and i'm saving all my love for you
eeee 4th day of work! don't rightly know what to say, as in it's both been really good and quite bad. but just after a measly 4 days, i feel rather attached to some of the staff there larh. [especially the cute guys. RIGHT] haha, it's just that some of them are really SO hospitable and welcoming that you just melt. [like a chocolate bar left too long in the locker] anyway. [am i using parentheses too much?] :) yes, anyway. mostly the porters and guest relations agents are really warm [like the middle of a cookie] and so obliging! especially when we had to tag the luggages, they were like "well done!" "eh, you leran very fast ah!" "had your lunch anot? go and eat larh!" "standing around very boring arh?" "wah you open door very strong arh!" see! how can you not be attached to such wodnerful people! so attached [and so bored] that we came up with a whole plethora of nicknames for them! i miss them so much now that here are but a few.
MELONSLEEVES: haha this was the first one. cause she was critiqing our drsssing and all, then when the real hod came in she was like "melonsleeves, why are your sleeves so long?" ms:"oh because i'm small" hod:"you should alter them". then michelle was like roll eyes and stifle giggles. umh the melon part is uh hard to explain haha.
SUGARGOURD: her name has a tang in it like sweet you know? then cause she was always grimacing we decided she looked like a bittergourd. so TADAH!
chocomuff: oh this is cause she was reallly nice and we were craving chocmuffins from conrad i think. :0)
whitechoc: this is the REALLY NICE porter! he showed us all the places, then joked around with us and he was worried hat we'll be like bored out of our minds so he gave us a mini tour. then he was offering us chips and all. it sounds like nothing much really, but when you experience it yourself arh, the CHOCOLATE-IN-LOCKER syndrome just hits you like well, a tonne of melted chocolate and smothers you in it. :)
002!!! [zerozerotwo]: haha pox's FAVOURITE! *winkwink nudgenudge* btw, pox has really bad taste, so you get the main picture. :DDD yes, he's twenty, looks like he's 17/18, has worked for a really long time, has finished shatec and all and is shorter than pris. haha but he;s very friendly too! but mostly to pox. [we wonder why][alliteration!] haha and his shift is always so coincidentally somewhere around pox. [we wonder why again] :DDDDDD oh and we have a cheer/dance to go with it. but you have to see it to believe how bored we were. haha.
003! [zerozerothree]: he's the 002 lookalike and we deicided that sicne they looked alike, they were clones of each other so he's no. 3. but there's no no.1, cause they're CLONES you see, so there is no original! heh, the wodners of a bored soul/s.
zoo: his name just soudsn like zoo that's all. and he's very cute and shy, so we're cute and shy around him too. AHEM. haha no larh, he's always helping us with the luggages and asking us about our shifts. and i think he plays soccer!
luncheon meat/meet: haha he's reallyreallyreally sweet and funny. cause he was teachign pox and i how to tag luggages and was telling us how to make workign FUN! and he kept asking us about lunch and whether we had eaten or not, and totally urging us to go have our breask and how " teenagers like yall can eat alot one, but it's okay because you don't need to stress and think alot." okay that didn't really make sense but his concern is there! :)
azmi: haha the only one i don't have a nickname for! he was going to deliver a fax and then he invited me to see how it was done. then cause i was kaypohing around the lift and all the levels, he brought me on a hotel tour! to the EXECUTIVE lounge [cue hushed whispers] the executive floor, the buiness don't know what, the pool, the gym and he tried to dismantle one of the wooden panellings to let me see the view. and nope he couldn't put it back and so couldn't i. so we uh left it there for maintenance. :)
aish. okay working with them was wonderful now i think about it. i'll really miss them, they seem so dear now. :) ack tmr's more maddeing piano pract with a bished finger *AHEM* :) okay got to dash, yep to snugglywarmfuss [aka my bed]. ta!
-anne
roooooooossssssiiiieeeeee!
eeee 4th day of work! don't rightly know what to say, as in it's both been really good and quite bad. but just after a measly 4 days, i feel rather attached to some of the staff there larh. [especially the cute guys. RIGHT] haha, it's just that some of them are really SO hospitable and welcoming that you just melt. [like a chocolate bar left too long in the locker] anyway. [am i using parentheses too much?] :) yes, anyway. mostly the porters and guest relations agents are really warm [like the middle of a cookie] and so obliging! especially when we had to tag the luggages, they were like "well done!" "eh, you leran very fast ah!" "had your lunch anot? go and eat larh!" "standing around very boring arh?" "wah you open door very strong arh!" see! how can you not be attached to such wodnerful people! so attached [and so bored] that we came up with a whole plethora of nicknames for them! i miss them so much now that here are but a few.
MELONSLEEVES: haha this was the first one. cause she was critiqing our drsssing and all, then when the real hod came in she was like "melonsleeves, why are your sleeves so long?" ms:"oh because i'm small" hod:"you should alter them". then michelle was like roll eyes and stifle giggles. umh the melon part is uh hard to explain haha.
SUGARGOURD: her name has a tang in it like sweet you know? then cause she was always grimacing we decided she looked like a bittergourd. so TADAH!
chocomuff: oh this is cause she was reallly nice and we were craving chocmuffins from conrad i think. :0)
whitechoc: this is the REALLY NICE porter! he showed us all the places, then joked around with us and he was worried hat we'll be like bored out of our minds so he gave us a mini tour. then he was offering us chips and all. it sounds like nothing much really, but when you experience it yourself arh, the CHOCOLATE-IN-LOCKER syndrome just hits you like well, a tonne of melted chocolate and smothers you in it. :)
002!!! [zerozerotwo]: haha pox's FAVOURITE! *winkwink nudgenudge* btw, pox has really bad taste, so you get the main picture. :DDD yes, he's twenty, looks like he's 17/18, has worked for a really long time, has finished shatec and all and is shorter than pris. haha but he;s very friendly too! but mostly to pox. [we wonder why][alliteration!] haha and his shift is always so coincidentally somewhere around pox. [we wonder why again] :DDDDDD oh and we have a cheer/dance to go with it. but you have to see it to believe how bored we were. haha.
003! [zerozerothree]: he's the 002 lookalike and we deicided that sicne they looked alike, they were clones of each other so he's no. 3. but there's no no.1, cause they're CLONES you see, so there is no original! heh, the wodners of a bored soul/s.
zoo: his name just soudsn like zoo that's all. and he's very cute and shy, so we're cute and shy around him too. AHEM. haha no larh, he's always helping us with the luggages and asking us about our shifts. and i think he plays soccer!
luncheon meat/meet: haha he's reallyreallyreally sweet and funny. cause he was teachign pox and i how to tag luggages and was telling us how to make workign FUN! and he kept asking us about lunch and whether we had eaten or not, and totally urging us to go have our breask and how " teenagers like yall can eat alot one, but it's okay because you don't need to stress and think alot." okay that didn't really make sense but his concern is there! :)
azmi: haha the only one i don't have a nickname for! he was going to deliver a fax and then he invited me to see how it was done. then cause i was kaypohing around the lift and all the levels, he brought me on a hotel tour! to the EXECUTIVE lounge [cue hushed whispers] the executive floor, the buiness don't know what, the pool, the gym and he tried to dismantle one of the wooden panellings to let me see the view. and nope he couldn't put it back and so couldn't i. so we uh left it there for maintenance. :)
aish. okay working with them was wonderful now i think about it. i'll really miss them, they seem so dear now. :) ack tmr's more maddeing piano pract with a bished finger *AHEM* :) okay got to dash, yep to snugglywarmfuss [aka my bed]. ta!
-anne
roooooooossssssiiiieeeeee!
Monday, June 12, 2006
catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, never let it fade away
imagine this scenario. this is the future ten years from now if i continue working like this.
X: hey what's your name?
future person [hereby referred to as melonsleevessugargourd or mssg]: uh duuuuuuhh?
X: erm okay. how old are you?
mssg: uh ddduuuuuhhh? *scratches head*
X: hmmm. what's 1+1?
mss: uuuuhhhh duuhhhhh..?? welcome to conrad?
X: !! what's wrong with you?
mssg: uuuhhh duuuuuuuhhhhhhhh.....???? thank you and have a nice day?? duuhh?
you get the picture don't you? i's really really quite sad, as in they don't trust us to do anythign at all! :( as in we can understand if you don't let us handle the really important stuff, but simple things like well, using the comp, answering calls, i truly BELIEVE our mental faculties are able to handle such strenuous tasks. :( oh well, at least alot of the people there were really friendly and nice. and really funny! :) there was this board of directors guy who was talking to us and saying alot of meaningful stuff larh haha about ns and racial harmony. see we do learn! =D and there was this porter who was asking us to guess his age and then he told us about ns and funny stories. haha then before we left we were ribbing him about having to stay still 11 and he was still nice about it! :)
haha okay, on hindsight maybe this job isn't so bad afterall, like we get to meet so mnay different people from all walks of life. people like dick lee and denise keller. serious. they came by in the afetrnoon when pox and i were struggling with the SUEPER HEAVY front door. good thing we didn't like let it slip and hit them or something. now that would be a MAJOR faux pas. :)
yucks and we have to wear makeup and black leggings and court shoes. pooh. okay pray for us! =D
-anne
catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day
imagine this scenario. this is the future ten years from now if i continue working like this.
X: hey what's your name?
future person [hereby referred to as melonsleevessugargourd or mssg]: uh duuuuuuhh?
X: erm okay. how old are you?
mssg: uh ddduuuuuhhh? *scratches head*
X: hmmm. what's 1+1?
mss: uuuuhhhh duuhhhhh..?? welcome to conrad?
X: !! what's wrong with you?
mssg: uuuhhh duuuuuuuhhhhhhhh.....???? thank you and have a nice day?? duuhh?
you get the picture don't you? i's really really quite sad, as in they don't trust us to do anythign at all! :( as in we can understand if you don't let us handle the really important stuff, but simple things like well, using the comp, answering calls, i truly BELIEVE our mental faculties are able to handle such strenuous tasks. :( oh well, at least alot of the people there were really friendly and nice. and really funny! :) there was this board of directors guy who was talking to us and saying alot of meaningful stuff larh haha about ns and racial harmony. see we do learn! =D and there was this porter who was asking us to guess his age and then he told us about ns and funny stories. haha then before we left we were ribbing him about having to stay still 11 and he was still nice about it! :)
haha okay, on hindsight maybe this job isn't so bad afterall, like we get to meet so mnay different people from all walks of life. people like dick lee and denise keller. serious. they came by in the afetrnoon when pox and i were struggling with the SUEPER HEAVY front door. good thing we didn't like let it slip and hit them or something. now that would be a MAJOR faux pas. :)
yucks and we have to wear makeup and black leggings and court shoes. pooh. okay pray for us! =D
-anne
catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day
when working is not fun.
after having stood like a scarecrow for 8 hours straight, appeared to be a really boring parrot that kept repeating "welcome" and "have a nice day", stoned infront of ringing telephone besides gossipy operators, attempting to push open a 1000 tonnes heavy glass door every single second, wad else erm yar and walking on terribly uncomfortable shoes, i've concluded that working is totally not fun. haix, and this was how my first day doing WEP at conrad hotel started off. oh well basically we were supposed to be at the front desk (u think of sth super nice: asking guests for their room numbers blahblah) but NOO... in the end, u feel realyl super extra. and i've decided that wearing court shoes equals to courting death. i can hardly walk in them, looking more like a waddling duck. well, enough of the complaints, there's still another 9 more days to go! and 8 hrs each time! which means 72 hrs of free child labour! now tell me who in the right mind would have agreed to this, me sadly.
okay moving away from the crappy day that i had just gone thru, i suddenly feel really selfish. it's like i'm always stuck in my own hole of problems, thinking that everything revolving ard me is so important and significant that i've just ignored the feelings of others. well the person i'm really sorry and indebted to would most probably not be reading this, but i still like to say that i'm really sorry, i nv meant to ignore ur feelings. i c an't believe i was so insensitive to make such a decision, nv spared a thought for you. i think the worst is to ever hurt someone without knowing it, i think wadever i do will not be able to make up for it. i'm truly sorry. wad kind of friend am i lar.
pris
okay moving away from the crappy day that i had just gone thru, i suddenly feel really selfish. it's like i'm always stuck in my own hole of problems, thinking that everything revolving ard me is so important and significant that i've just ignored the feelings of others. well the person i'm really sorry and indebted to would most probably not be reading this, but i still like to say that i'm really sorry, i nv meant to ignore ur feelings. i c an't believe i was so insensitive to make such a decision, nv spared a thought for you. i think the worst is to ever hurt someone without knowing it, i think wadever i do will not be able to make up for it. i'm truly sorry. wad kind of friend am i lar.
pris
Thursday, June 08, 2006
and then we'll just look at each other eyeball to eyeball, laugh ourselves silly, fling our arms out and flop down onto the sand.
i'm so bushed. haha so why am i still typing away merrily at this hour, it being WAY past my bedtime. :) it's just this spur of the moment thing, when pox and i very rarely decide to take up this really WORTHY pastime. again. :) haha we'll see if this continues.
my hols are gone! i feel the need to grouch here. but i really really shouldn't. cause you see, the only person i can blame for making me so VERY busy is meee. but for the next 2 weeks pox and i have wep attachment at conrad so it's poof to those two weeks. and last week there was this super-irritating-takes-up-your-free-time-and-not-so-free-time assignment. and cause i procrastinated, ladididum and went out everyday, heh my project dragged the entire week.
oops. :)
and this week was family week! and maddening piano pract week. haha i love my parents. i mean i really really do. not in the i-love-you-because-you-gimme-moneh-and-feed-me kind of way, but in the i-really-dont-know-what-i'll-do-without-you way. as in don't you ever just realise for a very freakish moment how much your parents and sister/brother mean to you? like if the next instance they all just disappear, you won't have people who'll love you NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO. and you wont have people who'll let you be who you are. and most of all you wont have people to reallyreallyreally love and well, love even more. :)
so i say, reallyreally treasure your parents or parentals or whatever you refer to them as. i mean seriously. haha this sounds really morally and whatnot doesn't it? haha i'm maturing! :DD but seriously, if i ever want to think about more serious [this word is SERIOUSLY overused] stuff, i'll rather think about these things, and not like well, sad things. okay the last sentence was probably incomprehensible to most, but. :)
anyway, go HUG YOUR PARENTS NOW. if that's too great a leap of faith in loving them more, then just be a teensy weensy bit nicer to them, even if it seems really insignificant. we all like being loved, so what makes your family any different. haha i need to go hug them myself now. HAPPY HUGGING! [alliteration!] oh-ho.
-anne
and the sand shall be our castle, the sea our doorway and the sky the roof over our heads.
i'm so bushed. haha so why am i still typing away merrily at this hour, it being WAY past my bedtime. :) it's just this spur of the moment thing, when pox and i very rarely decide to take up this really WORTHY pastime. again. :) haha we'll see if this continues.
my hols are gone! i feel the need to grouch here. but i really really shouldn't. cause you see, the only person i can blame for making me so VERY busy is meee. but for the next 2 weeks pox and i have wep attachment at conrad so it's poof to those two weeks. and last week there was this super-irritating-takes-up-your-free-time-and-not-so-free-time assignment. and cause i procrastinated, ladididum and went out everyday, heh my project dragged the entire week.
oops. :)
and this week was family week! and maddening piano pract week. haha i love my parents. i mean i really really do. not in the i-love-you-because-you-gimme-moneh-and-feed-me kind of way, but in the i-really-dont-know-what-i'll-do-without-you way. as in don't you ever just realise for a very freakish moment how much your parents and sister/brother mean to you? like if the next instance they all just disappear, you won't have people who'll love you NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO. and you wont have people who'll let you be who you are. and most of all you wont have people to reallyreallyreally love and well, love even more. :)
so i say, reallyreally treasure your parents or parentals or whatever you refer to them as. i mean seriously. haha this sounds really morally and whatnot doesn't it? haha i'm maturing! :DD but seriously, if i ever want to think about more serious [this word is SERIOUSLY overused] stuff, i'll rather think about these things, and not like well, sad things. okay the last sentence was probably incomprehensible to most, but. :)
anyway, go HUG YOUR PARENTS NOW. if that's too great a leap of faith in loving them more, then just be a teensy weensy bit nicer to them, even if it seems really insignificant. we all like being loved, so what makes your family any different. haha i need to go hug them myself now. HAPPY HUGGING! [alliteration!] oh-ho.
-anne
and the sand shall be our castle, the sea our doorway and the sky the roof over our heads.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
howdy
howdy-doo. it's been a rather long time, quite a long while in fact. but no worries, everything shall be back to its normal rountine soon enough, i.e. dead blog. :) but anyway, was just feelign mildly inspired after a really good walk out by the beach. haha contemplative mood, no? but ahh well, my contemplations have no room here. BUT! they do have for this reallyreallyreally meaningful thingum i read in the AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A ONE-YEAR-OLD! [don't worry, my mental faculties are entirely up to the exhaustive task of reading it]
but i digress.
anyway. there's this really cute excerpt talking about merry-go-rounds. when i got past reliving the sheer physical thrill of it all, i started to ponder on the journey that the horse and i had been on. what occurred to me was this: we had gone nowhere. we had gone in a circle... YET THE TRIP ITSELF HAD BEEN STUPENDOUS. maybe, just maybe, sometimes the journey is more important than the destination. really sorry to the author i ripped this off.
don't you think it's so wonderful? okay, maybe you need to read the book. but we're ALWAYS lamenting how we want to reach somewhere, soemthing, someone SOMEHOW or another. but when we reach there, there's hardly the great THRILL and all you expected isn't it. but the expectation, the waiting, the GETTING THERE, it's the process, the entire i'm going to get there soon heightened sense of expectations that just keeps you moving. :)
ust some qwiebacks for your mind to digest on. :) oh well, anyway don't really suppose there'll actually be ppl reading this, but i like my thougths penned down. sometimes.
say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime [the way i want your eyes to look]
-anne
but i digress.
anyway. there's this really cute excerpt talking about merry-go-rounds. when i got past reliving the sheer physical thrill of it all, i started to ponder on the journey that the horse and i had been on. what occurred to me was this: we had gone nowhere. we had gone in a circle... YET THE TRIP ITSELF HAD BEEN STUPENDOUS. maybe, just maybe, sometimes the journey is more important than the destination. really sorry to the author i ripped this off.
don't you think it's so wonderful? okay, maybe you need to read the book. but we're ALWAYS lamenting how we want to reach somewhere, soemthing, someone SOMEHOW or another. but when we reach there, there's hardly the great THRILL and all you expected isn't it. but the expectation, the waiting, the GETTING THERE, it's the process, the entire i'm going to get there soon heightened sense of expectations that just keeps you moving. :)
ust some qwiebacks for your mind to digest on. :) oh well, anyway don't really suppose there'll actually be ppl reading this, but i like my thougths penned down. sometimes.
say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime [the way i want your eyes to look]
-anne
the resurrection of the blog!
it's an amazing how many months since the last post. and suddenly there's gg to be an influx of entries! WAH. okay actually i'm held under gun point to crap out something. oh well, it's the hols now but it totally feels so dead and xian. haix there's crappy RMUN, physics pt to chiong (which i've completed!) and WEP for 2 whole weeks! wouldn't it be nice if we could just hire this private jet and fly off to some ulu countryside, hide from all the responsibilities and pts blah blah. i know this sounds really selfish of me lar but wad's hols if you still have to put on ur sch uniform? argh i've ran out of stuff to say liao. i dont' want sec4 year to end!! it's like already going on to the 2nd semester and my class is super nice and i dont' want to leave it. oh well random ramblings. i want to go france now! hmm i sound really whiny here, but well i just hope no one ever reads this entry and it'll disappear into cyber space sooner or later. can u imagine a world without computers now? haha we should come up with a wanton mee video considering the success of the baw chow mee one! ahahah pure crap lar. kay.. that' sit!
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