Baby.

I can see your halo.

=)

You. Drove. Me. Insane.

Hello there.

Things i do to get a picture with a dog.

Fuck me.

Rushed back from school to have dinner with M, met up and took a buscab because i refuse to wait for the bus.

We had dinner at Swensons. I've been to alot of places to eat, but i swear to God Swensons is by far, THE WORST, restaurant i've ever eaten at. If i wanted a steak done RARE, i think i will ask for it to be done that way. But no, i was given like probably the RAREST steak alive. Its like they warmed it up on the grill for five minutes then serve it to me.

And when i asked for it to be done the way i wanted it to be, i got it back BURNT. This certainly tells me how much bullshit your cooking and attitude is worth. But the epic part came when i asked for the Manager. There are alot of people who have dined and actually seen a service staff getting verbally attacked by yours truly. I guess M saw it for the first time and he kept trying to calm me down.

I told the Manager, "If i wanted my steak to be done rare, i would ask for it. Then i asked for my steak to be re-done only to have it come back to me, BURNT. Now, i REFUSE to pay for this and you WILL strike it off and bring me my bill."

Obviously the Manager had nothing else to say.

So the bill came and it was presented to M, he being the sweetest, put his card on the bill folder, but no, i took the bill and glanced through then i swapped his card for mine. We waited awhile for the bill to come back and then i signed it. She was about to take the folder away when i told her to wait and put ten dollars on the bill folder. She stopped and hesitated, not sure of what i was doing. But i told her it was okay.

We left after that.

M said that even though i complained about the food and all, i was still nice enough to give them a tip. To which i cordially replied, that a tip is nothing compared to the verbal lashing i gave.

I know i sound very mean and i totally agree that i am a bitch. But the truth is, i work in this line also. I do not give you fucked up drinks or food, neither do i intentionally ignore you when you want to order something. Its just that maybe the society shouldn't be such a free loader and actually buy drinks instead of ask for ice water repeatedly. Its like, do you actually know how bloody IRRITATING it is to keep going back and forth for water?


Last Saturday, 12th Sept.
I buanged bike again. This time, of all the things i can ram into, i rammed M's $1000 pipe, which sat a plane from Finland to SG. I cannot go bang on the tyre, or side stand or the fender, NO, i had to aim for the goddamned pipe. Then never mind the pipe. I also screwed his main stand.

WOW.

I never cease to amaze myself, the Queen Clumsy.

I was freaking out when i got home, cos i swear to God i thought M hates me because of the fact i rammed into his bike. Its like when i fell off and rolled once, when i sat up, the first thing i thought of was his bike.

I thought my life was over.

But no, first thing he did was to help me up and insist on going to the hospital. I thought my tattoos got all scraped off and that i was bleeding everywhere. I was scared ball-less please. I did a quick check and i found out i was okay.

Till i saw my bike.

Damages to my bike:
Handlebar bent.
Mirror gone.
Front brake lever gone.
P-plate broke. ( Left like the yellow luminous parts. So now it looks like a vampire gone wrong.)
Total damage: Probably...less than $100.

Then went to examine M's bike:

Damages to his chrome/vintage bike:
Pipe crooked. (The thing sit aeroplane come SG one.)
Side cover got giant dent.
Main stand gone.
Footrest rubber tore.
Total damage: About 1.8k? Unsure how much the side cover cost.

Wah, i dunno what to do also please. He still can tell me he want to pay for my servicing. I told him to either buy me a new bike, or shut up. We sat at the kerb and i called for a tow truck, because there is no way as hell i am going to ride without a front brake. I can try but M wont let me. He says my four months of experience is not enough to cope.

It is fucking sad to see your bike "ki chia" (dialect for die already and go up the hearse). I wanted to cry. He gave me a ride home after i settled my bike with the tow truck. And it sure didnt help that his fucked main stand hit the hump at my carpark.

I got home and i cried.

I felt damn bad please. He was so goddamned tired but he still had to browse through like 1700 pages to find a main stand to replace the one i screwed. My god, i thought he hated and will never want to see me again. I was so worried that i cried myself to sleep.

And when morning came, i called my mech only to find out that he's at the shop but didnt call or text me about it. I freaked and texted half the world telling them that he hates me. But i went down to the shop and its a goddamned relief to see his smile and wave.

I swear.

He's not mad at me for screwing up his pipe, main stand and other parts. He's mad because i rode recklessly. He still sayangspunched me, not very hard though, more like a touch and go, and talks to me normally.

I dun know what i did to deserve this, but i'm as sure as hell that he's a God given miracle. =)

Funny.

Phoenix: "Cheesecake?"
Fiz: "What cheesecake? Got hear darling all, never got girl call me cheesecake before."

HAHAHHAHAHAH!!!! Fucking funny.