Fuck Fbar.

Perhaps its really time to leave.

I dun know why, but somehow i dun feel like bothering myself with any of Fbar's shit anymore. Even i dun know why i have such fucked up thoughts. Maybe its like what A says i am, i'm fucked up and slacking.

But still, i dun think i give a shit. And i dun know why.

Perhaps i stopped fighting for Captain a long time ago. Perhaps i gave up on myself. I wont and will never know.

R says he's sad with my actions, just because i enquired who did this particular duty on the day i was off. I supposed he got scolded, and i feel that he's taking it out on me, just because he got scolded and i didnt. I felt like telling him to fuck off, because its not as if i didnt get any scoldings when i did something wrong. Isnt it supposed to be fair? Then again, life isnt fair.

Who the hell cares about the team? Oh wait, team? MY FOOT.

Nobody gives a shit.

Maybe Pam, because she asked me not to tender.

R can have Captain for all i care. Why would i want a post that pays me less than a hundred more, that comes with alot more shit to do? I would rather not.

Yes, i may be disappointing somebody who thinks thought i'm a superstar. But not anymore, this superstar is burnt out. I tired of working like a cow for that meagre sum of money thats not even enough for me to live on. Why must i make myself suffer? As if working like a cow is not enough but with pay delays, irregular dinner breaks (like at 2am please) and other fucked up shit. I've had enough, no more being nice.

I bite back now.

My life is so fucked up that i dun even have life anymore, whether i'm working or not, its still down to the workplace, returning my pay to the company by spending it on drinks. I dun even know why i'm doing this, i really dun.

Memory's failing me, i get confused suddenly and i make mistakes. Then i get fucked because i made a mistake. It feels as if i'm a robot already, not allowed to do anything i think its right, but to follow another person's permission and i'm supposed to understand.

Fuck understanding, i dun want to understand anymore. For what fuck i understand?

Maybe i should stay on awhile to help with his third outlet. I used to be, after all, trained in fine dining.

My life sucks, level of tolerance is waning.

Frenching competition.

I cannot believe you did that Clara!

You slut you.

HAHAH!

But it was fun!

Alex left me near 12am, so that he could go home and prepare himself to go into NDU. And i cried, right after he left, because i would miss him so very much.

Boo!

Alex and Pam's last day.

Today, i lost two very valuable colleagues. One of which, was the best part-timer i ever had to opportunity to work with. Another was my ex-Floor Captain, who turned part-timer because of school.

Alex appeared in Kandi Bar on the two days that i was off work. I came back on his third day to meet him for the first time. I must admit that i never really thought much about him, because he wasnt attached to me and that i wasnt working in the same section as he was. But on his thitd day, both of us, plus afew others got transferred to Fbar.

It was in Fbar that i realised how much i can depend on him. The small things that i requested for him to help me with was done efficiently and without a complaint.

I still remember the time where M (this super weird but rich customer) came to Fbar and demanded for two bottles of Moet Rose. Since he ordered two bottles and i only had a pair of hands to open one at a time, i sought Alex's help in opening them.

The thing that i didnt anticipate was, that Alex wasnt that apt at opening champange bottles at that point of time. Of course, by now he is some sort of a professional at opening champange bottles. His unsureness (which leads to his confused expression, which is so bunny-like really) led to his being scolded by the guest, saying that he was "stupid because he didnt know how to open champange". It was situations like these that made him one powerful floor staff today.

On the other hand, he is the biggest sarcastic bitch alive.

I swear to the heavens above, he gets on my nerves sometimes, with the sarcasm that he provides. But still, i love him all the same, because he's Alex, the one and only.

Thanks for the four months of fun, Alex. Thanks for being there when i needed someone to talk to, although you always "sian" girls. HAHAH.

Pam appeared in the beginning of this year as my Floor Captain. We had our differences, but it was all worked out in the end and she's a good friend of mine. She kept me very alert because i am after all, a person who doesnt want to lose to competition. She made me learn how to be meticulous and less stressed (because she's my FC, i didnt have to worry about the floor that much anymore). The events that we worked together with and the bloody four hours break that we had to go through, the Macallan session, my birthday Waterfall and many other little incidents that i will never forget.

Because she's one insane person. I swear to God. She pokes my boobs and shoves her pen(s) down my butt crack for the fun of it, plus calling it her "Pen Test" make each working day with her interesting, not that i really enjoyed her shoving pens into my butt and poking my boobs with them. But still, she's part of my team.

For all the times that you were caught in the middle because of me, thanks Pam, for everything that you've done.

Team Fbar. (Without Wendy ( on leave) and Jean (not allowed to come back))

His scared bunny look, because he's about to die.

He got his favourite, Macallan soda.

The two look-alikes who are about to die a horrible death. HAHA.

Presents first! Neon green g-string from all of us and Nike cap from Pam.

William wanted a photo with Alex.

William with the two pre-tekan-ed people.

William was annoyed with the many straws.

Time to die!

At this point, there was a video taken, but my blog is a bitch, so i cant upload it here. The link will be provided at the end of the entry. =)

After drinking the double Waterfall with two 151 shots, they became like that.

Then it was time to have more fun!

This is what Raymus likes to do to Alex.

A very high Pam.

Will you look at this classic photo? Clara is so nonchalant please. I dun think i need to say more for Alex's case.

Then came the attack!

I was holding the whipped creme and laughing my ass off.

Raymus grabbed the can of whipped creme and proceeds to continue tekan-ing Alex.

See! Can you believe Raymus please! Never give chance!

The bar prepared two jugs of liquid to be poured over Alex and Pam, it was a concoction of leftover beer, cranberry juice, cherries, ciggarette butts and i-dun-know-what-else. Then topped off with some major whipped creme to the face. From the photos, you can tell it was one hell of a last day celebration.

Alex went home as a very drunk man. He slept in the toilet till 9am, his whole body and head was aching and he was moaning away. The bomb was that his mom thought he was having an orgasm. Its fucking funny. But i guess everyone will kena the same treatment when they announce their last day.

I wonder if i announce my last day, will i die a horrible death?

Click here for the video. =)

I swear.

I swear i'll fucking blog about whatever thats going on by tonight.

Provided that i get back home before midnight. =)





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I slept like a pig and i didnt even go out. What a waste of my off day. Anyway, my chalet was one boring shit. There was nothing to do and nothing was planned for us to do. It was boring shit and i so wanted to shoot myself. If only i brought EC along.

Anyway, do not ever drink one whole or most of one bottle of black label to yourself because you will end up getting bruises that you dun know how in the world they came about.

Like these.








Fyi, the bruises have faded by alot since i got them because i had no time to take photos of them. They were a delicious purple when i got them, which hurt like a bitch whenever i brushed against them.

So please take my advice and not do anything stupid with premium whiskey. Especially if it involves playing blackjack and other stupid stunts.

I went back on Day two in early evening because there was nothing to do.

So i went clubbing with Clara at night! We went to somewhere and Narene and Neh joined us later. Narene is so cute please.

I got bloody high after like alot of drinks and then it was to Zouk. Velvet was fucking boring, esp when you're high. So we went to Phuture and i got elbowed because these two idiots were fighting right in front of me. Fuck them lah. Stupid cheebyes who dun know how to enjoy.

We left at 430am and it was home sweet home for us.

No more piercings.

I took out all my mouth piercings.

Bit of Chalet.

Chalet.

Fell in the bathroom.

Fell off the chairs.

Fell and rolled down the stairs.

Enough bruises and bumps already!

Irritance

Sometimes i wished i was invisible.

I hate being scrutinized. I hate it. Thus, i hate people in general.

I wish i didnt have to be who i am.

GO AWAY PEOPLE.