Drat or yeah?

Hmm.

It seems that I would not be able to go to Hong Kong after all. *shrugs* I guess I saw it coming because I never raised my hopes that high anyway, and now Jool has to slug it out on his own.

According to Garry, Mr Gan felt that the content of my portfolio might not be suitable for the job required of me if I were to go to Hong Kong and work for the company which I would have to be attached to. This means that the work that I have done and compiled into my portfolio may not be compatible with the kind of work that I might have to do in Hong Kong.

I guess it's not much of a loss. Admittedly I dreaded going to Hong Kong for the following reasons:

1. I can't speak cantonese for nuts.
2. If I were to go there, it'll clash with my birthday period.
3. I can't bring my guitar = guitar-playing withdrawal symptoms.
4. I would be forced to contact my mum everyday so that she can spot-check on me.
5. I have a slight fear of flying.

However, one failure means one thing and one thing only: work harder.

From this moment onwards, I pledge to work as hard as I possibly can, to achieve a grade as high as possible so that I can look back and grin with satisfaction. I will work harder. I will not falter.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Productive, eh?

Hmm.

There has been a blissful silence in my side of the IDS since the 6 top winners of the Maggi have gone to Thailand... How interesting that the absence of two of the people in my class can incite such a drop in the decible level.

Today was pretty productive.. I managed to print out a full-scale side view of my chair, to check proportion and scale. Turns out everything is going as planned, and all I have to focus on right now is sketching for my portfolio which I intend to submit on Monday. I haven't been sketching at all, and it's not good at all for my prospects. I need more motivation and less distraction.

Apart from having a full-scale model for the Final critique, I also have to produce this small-scale model of the chair which the vendors can use as a point of reference. I received this huge chunk of Cibatool (a plastick-ey synthetic wood, which is basically wood dust, and plastic particles heated and compressed into a solid mass to be used as a model-making material) for my chair model. I intend to carve out the positive form of my chair to be used as a vacuum-forming mould. It promises to be a time-consuming and tedious process.

I've also managed a small foam model of my bike stand, which is meant for me to be used as a reference for the real aluminium model. I have to create a real physical model of a bicycle so that the bicycle stand can be cross-referenced during the final critique... ensuring that my bicycle stand is a tangible design concept. So far, things seem to be heading in a nice way. I pray that this continues until the end of semester.

Today.. ok I know I promised to not talk about it anymore, but for those who know what I'm talking about, I'm sure you have read my infamous LOZ blog. I shall now refer to the subject of that blog as 'Barney'.

If you're wondering why I'm referring to that person as 'Barney', maybe you could dig up your past memories of what Barney the Purple dinosaur used to do... essentially bounce around, sing in that irritating way and being a general nuisance. For those who do not realise, Barney sits directly in front of me in the neighbouring studio, so when I look up from my laptop, more often than not I see this mass of red and pink jiggling around.

Well, as of late, 'Barney' has taken to jumping up and down, showing off her anatomical "assets", leading me to become blind as usual. What I don't get is the reason behind all that jumping, raising of arms in the air and... bouncing.

I look around and see the other girls behaving like normal people.. sitting there doing their work, having the occasional chit-chat with thair friends... but no one is bounching around, waving their hands in the air or behaving like a raving lunatic. I have to admit that World Cup fever causes me to become more emotional than usual, but at least I have an England banner in my hands when I behave like a retarded fool. I have an excuse :)

Thank goodness for that extra bit of foam board.. after what I witnessed, I placed it at the exact location between my line of vision and Barney.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Hmm.

Quite a while back my brother bought the latest Coldplay release, "X&Y", which I have been listening to for a while.. and one track stood out in particular because I found the lyrics particularly touching and meaningful. They're not emo, and come to think of it, this song is kinda reminiscent of Hillsongs. So here are the lyrics

When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse.

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream, down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I..

Tears stream, down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I..

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.

The lyrics sort of reflect my current situation, except that I do believe I am the one who needs fixing. Lately I've not been myself. It's rather worrying that I'm in a state whereby I have no idea how to get myself out of it.

Everyone else is stuck in their own world, while I'm floating around, searching for something to help me carry on, move away from the vaccum which is the continuous pressure of school work, projects and the ridiculous politics which I have to bear.

Lately Alvin and I have managed to finish some of the tracks designated for "steak & onions", and one song which I had written, titled 'Healing of Time', had the original lyrics lost. So after I had finished off the basic rhythm bits, I wrote new lyrics for the song:

And it's you, you're all I see
everyday and night
everything was out of place but you
made it alright

And it's true, you're all I see
when I sleep at night
nothing come close to the feeling of you
by my side

you know it has no reason and no rhyme
but certainly you know it's in the healing of time

Though we're through
but what I feel deep down inside
is the feeling of times when I just
held you tight

And tell me you want me baby
to tell you more
but i guess it's never too late to reveal
what's in store

you know it has no reason and no rhyme
but certainly you know it's in the healing of time

(hazy) it's only in the healing of time

Frankly I dunno why but I have this ability to write love songs better than songs of any other subject. Lack of love? Or simply just too unsuited for it, and hence ability to see from another person's point of view? Whatever the case is, I know these songs which I wrote will never reach the intended ears.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Stand up and face it

Hmm.

My Grandad's birthday is coming soon, but my uncles and aunties have decided that the celebration of his inpending birthday is somewhat overshadowed by my grandparents' 60th Anniversary. Marriage Anniversary that is. Fiddly things, these celebrations. But I guess I won't be too purturbed because the celebration is scheduled to take place in October, when I'm most probably on attachment. Hopefully I'd be in Hong Kong slaving away for a company and learning things.

My brother threw this piece of sheet music at me two weekends ago, and told me to learn that song. Apparently this song was a showcase piece for all of the cousins of my generation to perform on the Anniversary celebration.

I told him, ok, but at least lemme hear the song first. Upon listening to the first few bars and trying to strum along.. I soon realised that the key the song was in was not the same as that of the piece of sheet music. The words were correct (It's in mandarin.. the bane of all english-speaking musicians), but to no avail could I decipher what the fuck the song's actual key was in. Maybe I need Alvin for this job.

Whatever the case... I told my bro that I didn't know what the heck kind of key the song was in, and he started getting all riled up, and having the impression that I refused to learn the song. Maybe he thinks I'm not interested. In fact he's completely correct, I'm not really interested in learning this song. But that does not mean I just completely disregarded that piece of shet music. For the record, I tried all means to play along, but the song is in some weird minor suspended mode which throws me completely off.

The reason why I'm barely remotely interested in that song is because I find that who the heck would know this song? If you intend ot perform a song.. make it a simple one.. something EVERY-FOOKIN-BARDY would be able to sing along to right off the top of their heads. Maybe some 70's Carpenters hit song, or even a John Denver number... heck if you wanna try ABBA I also dun mind. However, I have never heard this song before (big surprise, considering it's in mandarin) and the fact that it's so weird-key makes it even less appealing to me.

So the next time you try and force someone to learn some dumb song, at least make sure whoever you intend to force to play this song is not as iron-willed as yours truly, because I've had my fair share of dumb folks trying to make me change my musical direction. And despite my quasi-versatility, it only extends to the English-speaking music zone. Call me a banana or whatever the fuck. I don't care. It's me, my guitar and my voice. Take it or leave it.

I know it's for the sake of the old folks, and I know it's all in the spirit of general celebration, but with all you hustling, all your threats, all your inept planning and last-minute you're-gonna-play-this-song-or-else attitude, who the fuck is going to give a rat's ass? Put aside our less assertive cousins; ask anybody out there to join you on your terms, and I'll bet at the end of the day you're just going to have to pull off some Acapella bullcrap.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

In response...

Hmm.

This is in response to your post. I'm glad I was of some assistance, and you know that I'll help you when I can.

However...

I understand I might come across as intimidating when I meet people.
I understand that I might not have the most welcoming of characters.
I understand I have no ability to change the way people think of me.

Just remember:

I'm nice if you are nice. One good turn deserves another.
I'm accomodating and will give you help if you DESERVE it.
I'm not someone who tries to come across as intimidating on purpose.

If you step on my toes, I will not retaliate directly. But you will have something coming your way.
Once you are on my black list, no matter how hard I rub, the marks will always be there.

Think of those whom I have blacklisted. You know I treat them as invisible beings. I don't taunt them, I don't sneer at them along the corridor, I do not behave in childish and petulant ways with regards to their actions. What I do: I flame them indirectly on my blog, I block them from my msn, and I treat them with the same contempt they have for the people they take advantage of.

Now, you seem to be a decent person although I have to admit I'm not ready to trust you yet. You want to put down in black and white your impressions on me? Just understand that I'm making an effort. I'm not sitting back and asking people to worship me just because some people have a different sense of humour. I'm just trying to be the best that I can be.

And all I ask of you folks, is patience. If you want, you can ignore me because I can't complain. But do not ever think that I think of myself as being above the rest of you. In certain cases, it seems to be the other way around.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Dead man walking

Hmm.

The past week has been pretty dead for this blog... Where the heck is everybardy??? I presume you guys are too busy watching the World Cup Championships (I know I have, hence possible reason for lack of blog update?). I watched last night's England versus Trinidad & Tobago match, which was largely missed due to me crashing out before the second half was into its 5th minute. I was so darn tired.. I only woke up at the 87th minute only to see the score a pleasing 2-0 to England.

Satisfied, I went to bed. But I definitely did not feel my best when I woke up in the morning: while the right knee has definitely stopped aching (I was experiencing a pain in the knee since last week, which has undoubtedly improved since), the trouble affecting my shoulder has reared it's ugly head once more. I have no idea what's wrong with my shoulder... It can't be dislocation because my arm functions as normal despite inability to rotate or stretch in certain upward directions.

So what is wrong with my shoulder truly eludes my imagination. Bone fracture? Slight pain, but can't be that serious.... ligament knotting? Well I know there was this hard lump which developed before my cousin's wedding. But what is wrong? I guess I'll ask the mater to diagnose using her perfect sense of superstition.

However, the euphoria of knowing that both Liverpool players Crouch and Gerrard had scored made my morning seem much nicer. A small victory jig in the IDS with my England banner closed the celebrations for today, but fatigue settled in soon enough in the form of a twitching eyelid and general lethargy.

Oh and at long last! The wireless LAN industrial project has arrived... with Ms Liu passing me the brief via email. I guess this project tackles my Achilles heel which is my inability to design things which look cute. Cutiness in general, has been shunned by me because.. I'm not cute, I have no intention to be cute, and I do believe people have perceived me as being utterly opposite from cute, which is: not being cute at all.

Another thing which arrived on my lap was the unpleasant knowledge that one of my classmates will also be tackling the issue of designing a bike stand for her 'Community' Project. I mean, I've come this far, and obviously she would have a certain advantage regarding problem solving because it's possible that she can see the weaknesses in my design (which at present, I have to stress have been minimal).

However, she doesn't seem to take the drift that I'm uncomfortable with her designing yet another bike stand (for the record, I have already designed 2 bike stands, both of which cater to different target markets: one for a mass, general market; the other a more specialised environment). I spoke to her regarding this matter, and I suppose she is holding onto this idea fast because finding projects to tackle in the 'community' context are difficult, and time-consuming. With roughly 4 weeks left to the semester she needs to come up with ideas quick, and I mean.. QUICK.

Anyways, as long as she does not step unto my fucking turf, I'll gladly leave her alone. As for now, I'm just paranoid of yet another backstabbing.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Bent out of shape

Hmm.

You rekindled something deep in me
that I thought could never return
a fire which seemed to flame bright
but so short and abrupt in the burn

I know you will forget me soon enough
and these things happen for a reason
but thank you for the few memories
that I will remember to forget in return

you probably thought of me as someone
who could never come of age adequately
maybe in your eyes I could never have
addressed any given situation appropriately

now you're a fading dream I cling on to
wishing hard to drive away but cannot
because your smile is the winning factor
the special one for which I long have sought


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

The Jam was preeetty good

Hmm.

The jam tonight, despite being somewhat marred by the absence of both bassist and keyboardist personell... was something of a success. I attribute it to a good sense of teamwork, and more importantly: compromise.

I think I find compromising amongst people a very tough thing to do sometimes. If it's not somebody's ego getting in the way, it's their opinion, or just their character which does not allow them to fit well with the rest of the group. I'm just glad so far everyone in this jamming group fit well together. We can laugh and joke, chat and discuss stuff about things I normally don't talk about to other people. Music stuff, that is ;)

LOL I had originally intended to fill in as bassist for this jam due to the fact that the main portion of the rhythm section would be absent. But with my guitar joes screaming out for me to twang that Telecaster, I could not resist, but give in to my innermost desires and play rhythm and lead guitar just as I was meant to anyway.

However that did not mean our bottom end was empty.. lol accompanying my Bass EQ pedal was the EQ setting on the amp I was using.. which was bass on full, mid-range on 60%, and treble on 75%. However, the focus for this post should not be on what I was doing, but what the band as a whole were doing.

Darrell had brought (once again) his Yamaha electric, along with an arsenal of pedals including a delay, tubescreamer, volume and tuner. His sound was much better compared to last week, and this time he was also able to hear himself much better. But that is not the only point of focus tonight.

Tonight was the jamming debut of my ID junior Seth. Pretty nice guy, in my opinion, but hey.. his drumming work is pretty good. We managed to throw around a couple of songs, namely 'Smoke on the water', 'All along the watchtower', 'rock and roll', 'one' and 'all right now'.

In fact by the time we got to our final song which was a rather tight rendition of 'All Right Now', albeit with me playing the bassline on my electric during the guitar solo with Darrell pumping out the guitar solo.. and Seth really managed to temper the heat and keep things in control. I think I would give this jam a 7/10 if not for the fact my sound was pretty dissatisfactory, and my vocal was not up-to-par tonight.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

England 1 Paraguay 0

Hmm.

It was one of the rare occasions where I actually sat down and watched a footy match.. and what more than an England match.. versus South Americans Paraguay. I found the match slightly one-sided in the first half, with Beckham pinning in a goal which was slighted into the net from the Paraguayan captain Gamarra.

That was the sole goal from the England side, with the only other notable exception at on-the-spot shots coming from Lampard, who seemed to hold his ball very well. I give him two thumbs up for his two attempts, which incidentally also earned England corner kicks on both occasions.

During the second half, the Paraguayans seemed more spirited. They somewhat ditched the English style of having the ball in the air, as compared to the more south american approach of dribbling within striking distance. However their attempts to break the England defense seemed to come up short with Ferdinand's towering presence and Gerrard's continuous blocking of shots.

The Paraguayan side also had their shining moments with good play by Cuevas, Parades and Bonet. However the only thing I have to complain about this match is the fact that striker Peter Crouch seemed to be constantly on the bad side of the referee. After receiving repeated warnings, he was eventually slapped with a yellow card. In my opinion, his playing style was as English as it could get i.e. his hands pushing down on opposition players' shoulders when attempting to head the ball. Could you vilify an England player for playing in his native style?

This match showed how nervous Paraguay was in the first quarter of the match, but eventually revealed their aggressive side towards the end of the second half. A fine effort by both teams, and a hearty congratulations to England for their 1-0 victory, which might have been marred by the fact that it was an own-goal by Paraguay.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Friday blues

Hmm.

This morning I woke up really early.. at 6am. We were supposed to reach school around 7:50 so that we could catch a chartered bus from NYP Block M to Ngee Ann Polytechnic. Apparently there was some talk going on at NP, an experienced designer was giving us his time to share his experiences working on projects both in and outside of Motorola, where he is currently working now.

My dad drove me out to Upper Serangoon road, and I walked to a bus stop along Braddel Road where I was picked up by Alvin and his folks in their car. It was a previous arrangement because I dreaded waking up early and yet still be late because of the MRT ride.

We reached school 20 minutes too early, and Alvin spent some time playing a game on his laptop.. Daeus Ex.. or something like that. I was too stoned out to really pay much attention to the game's details, unlike Alvin, who was so fired up (about the game and its storyline) that he could have caused a spectacle.

By the time we were supposed to leave, only about 7 people had arrived and were ready to go. A bunch of my classmates and a few from Alvin's class were running pretty late.. which caused Garry to become incredibly irritated. I rarely saw Garry all riled up and furious.. it was on one previous experience which taught me to never get on his wrong side. And on that occasion it was my class people's fault as well.

I have no idea why some people just want to be late. It may not be intentional, but sometimes.. it's just so darn irritating that people have no regard to other's feeling.. making us wait for them with Garry striding around like and angry bull.. muttering his displeasure. It was very tense in that bus.

The talk at NP... was rather boring.. because I really could not understand the speaker (he's a Korean dude, and his Engrish (pun intended) was rather chocked with his Korean accent). Eventually when it came to the Q&A session, Jool, Alvin and I could not resist to not ask him some really chim questions.. but only Jool and I managed to stump him with our questions. Alvin later commented: 'you just couldn't resist killing him, didn't you?'

Alvin was right, I could not resist the temptation. But that said.. the questions asked by the NP people were really dumb.. like: 'how much do you earn?' or 'what are your working hours like?' and (I seriously could not understand the reason behind this one): 'do you work at home after work?'.

Forgive me for not suffering fools gladly, but if you're studying design, I'm guessing something's wrong with your school's curriculum if you don't work on ur projects at home after school. Either that or you've got some incredibly superb time management skills.

The talk culmulated in a small makan (I had third servings of noodles, soon kueh and cakes.. while Alvin had cakes for all three rounds... rofl) and a tour of the design facilities in NP. The moment I walked into their facility, the first thought which came to my mind was 'D&T freaks'. Why? Because whatever those people were doing.. it seemed like souped-up D&T projects. The only thing which surpassed NYP were their model-making facilities. They had almost every Rapid-prototyping machine availible, a full-scale workshop and even injection and blow-moulding machines WTF. To even hope that NYP IDC would have such facilities would porbably end in severe disappointment. I mean... we have final-year students having to share computers. WTF is that all about? The space is slowly getting smaller and they expect the work to get better.

Th only consolation is that the Product design people at NP.. well their standard is seriously below that of NYP. But I have to take into consideration that their programme is just 2 years old.. which means they have no 3rd year students... and only 1st and 2nd year student. That said, their stuff was either too D&T, or way too arty-farty. No kidding.

We went back to school (halfway through we suddenly realised JX had been left behind LOL).. a short lunch for me was soon preceded by a full-scale attack on my rhino model-making for my bike stand concept. I managed to finish my model by 3 pm.. after having a start at about 1pm. I also proposed a new product to Ms Liu for Braun Prize, and she was swayed over by my proposal. Furthermore, she also took a look at my bike stand concept and she was rather happy with it (I hope).

I went home.. feeling incredibly lethargic. I just thank goodness that my work tomorrow has been shifted from the morning to afternoon (Yay! No need to face off with unreasonable customers!) and I'd probably be meeting one of my colleagues for the last time. She's nice, but prone to spacing out at times.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

One LOOOONG day III

Hmm.

Man, today I wore a long-sleeved white shirt because Ayob told us to wear 'smart casual'.. for some dumb video shooting thing. In the end? WTF the video guy came in and left after about 5 minutes. Although I don't really mind wearing the shirt, but it's like alot of people made an effort to look presentable and in the end it was all for nothing much.

I managed to come up with two more concepts for my bike stand.. it seems to be getting more and more angular by the day... all thanks to Ms Liu and Mr Soon.. they said my previous concept was way too organic-shaped and hence difficult to manufacture.

T_T

Oh and my VI model came in! It's so darn pretty.. and expensive too. Luckily my VI supervisor Mr Teo helped me to cover the manufacturing costs.. and now I have my own premium corporate gifts! LOL... designed by myself and now I own a mini and full-sized version (mini version due to a mistake in the 3D file.. I made it only half the size). Ahh.. the indulgences of a designer-in-the-making.

But what's worse is that my financial strings are tied up. I'm way broke.. and I still broke my own rules by buying a 2nd-hand effects pedal for 25 bucks. OMG.. I have to seriously stop spending cash on gear. And I still want to jam this sunday, so I guess I'll be saving up like crazy.

Had a good makan and chat with Colin just now. Haven't seen him in a while, and it was nice to once again have some 'guy' talk.. about almost everything and anythign under the sun. But hey, we're guys... we just talk about anything and everything. Naturally girls came into the picture.. and religion, and gear as well lol.

Anyways... have to wake up super early tomorrow... going to NP to attend some talk by some guy for something. The details are still fuzzy, and well... I hope I can wake up in time.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Tagged..!

Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with 6 weird facts/things/habits about yourself, saying who tagged you. In the end you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs.

Hmm.

Since Superdel tagged me........

1. I like to do 3D modelling... it's like an addiction or something. So much so that people have hailed me 'Rhino King' lol.

2. Unfortunately I fall for girls rather readily (no I'm not proud of this), but I'm always able to catch myself before I get thrown into really hot shit. Many thanks to those who have caught me when I fell, and could not catch myself in time.

3. I have a very tight budget, but I have relatively good time management. Hence my ability to abandon my table and go lim kopi with pals, but when it comes to blanjah.. it's a 'sorry, no can do'.

4. My favourite colour is red. So shoot me.. I support Liverpool, and all of my electric guitars are/have been red in colour.

5. I have been playing guitar for 5-6 years, and I'm able to play all forms of guitars, the bass guitar, mandolin, blues harp (mini version of the diatonic harmonica) and a negligible amount of keyboards. Music is my main passion... 2nd is Rhino modelling ehehee.

6. People ask me if I have a girlfriend. Too many times. My reasons for not having one can be derived from the above information. But more importantly... it's not that I'm not making an effort.. but sometimes.. I'm just too busy with schoolwork, other friends, jamming. I'm a passionate guy, but I don't need your pity.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

PS: I tag the following....

Giant Zucchini (hah.. finally get something worth blogging abt eh?)
Lizarie
Skinny Pole
Teja
Jool

Back in action once again II

Hmm.

Well, I'm back from Malaysia.. it's been one hot, boring, drawn-out affair. I can't believe a wedding could have been so boring. First off there were so few people.. then the lunch.. well the food was good, but as is always the case, they bring in those long-distance relatives.. those whom you only see at weddings and stuff? So boring. The only possible thing you can say to them is: eat lah!

I seriously have never liked going back to KL. It's warm, stuffy in my uncle's house... filled with my stoned grandad, hyper-naughty nephew, hyper-attention-seeking baby niece (who I have to admit is plenty cute), aunt who constantly pushes food at me and my brother.. and of course my folks and bro.

And then there's my Uncle's maid.. this poor indonesian girl who has to do so much work... I also pai seh to just leave my used utensils in the sink for her to wash siah. I mean.. unless I'm much mistaken, from her waking moment she starts work early in the morning, and the last thing she does before she sleeps is her remaining ounce of strength used to clear some laundry or whatever. Poor girl.

Anyways.. I'm seriously looking forward to this sunday's jam session... if all goes well this is going to be the start of something really good for me. I'm just praying for full attendance.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

The Art of Being Bored II

Hmm.

Jool did this one of me:

and which kinda led me to making one of myself... which does not portray me as some flaming guitar monster...

hahaha... maybe I'll post the one I did of XiWai soon.. ehehehe.

Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Of aches, pains and a stiff shoulder

Hmm.

Man, for the past couple of days, my right shoulder has been killing me! What's the "best" thing is that tomorrow I've got work, and I'll bet anything that I'll get verbally shot at by a certain bunch of people again. It's either that or more hot milk.

Anyways.. I've been trying to figure out why my right shoulder aches so bad. Maybe it's because last week I had to lift up several water containers (the type with the tap.. to contain fruit punch or whatever), but funny thing was that I didn't feel as if I was straining myself, although the water container was like 10-15 kg.

Darn.. I can't go through half-an-hour without rotating my arm and hearing a pop sound. The muscle is swollen, and I can feel it bulging out of my shoulder T_T. What can I do to solve this problem???

Oh and tomorrow going to meet this girl called Xyndy. No, I'm not dating her, no she's just trying out for my band as a singer. SERIOUSLY, IT'S NOT A DATE. Funny thing is that she would either have to be singing to or with me... as I play my guitar. Well to put it in a very harsh light.. it's kinda like an audition/interview kind of thing, but cool thing is that it's with absolutely NIL formalities. It's all about the music, after all.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Bahyee-ology Case Study II

*disclaimer*: The following is a true account of the author's experiences at his workplace. The author has no intention of insulting the people who have been involved in the following paragraphs, and the author is in no way a racist, elitist or communist. Whatever the latter two mean. The following is meant to provide readers with an insight into the mind of the author, and the following should be taken with an open mind, and a pinch of salt. Also all references to God are all with due respect, reverence and love. Please remember the author is NOT a racist.

Hmm.

Now to continue from my previous Case Study of Bahyee-ology:

Let me set the scene once more... It's 9:50am in the morning, and breakfast is almost over. Normally by now we would be clearing up the buffet spread, but as usual, a certain bunch of people would be asking us weird questions:

Bahyee 1: 'Excuse me, why is there no "harsh potaytoes" left?'

CDD: 'Uhh sir, we stop bringing out the food after 9:45am, and we officially end breakfast at 10am.'

B1: 'But this is not acceptable! This is the YMCA! This is a Christian organisation! God is my witness, and the food should be provided always. Even if I come at 10am, there should be food all ready for me to eat. This is not acceptable. Please tell your chef to cook more food. I want to eat my breakfast.'

Now beg pardon me, but hey... YOU WANNA TALK LIKE THAT ABOUT GOD? GOD SEES EVERYTHING BUT HE DON'T GIVE YOU THE FOOD, BHANG (no doubt he has given us the grace and priviledge to be the food provider). WE PROVIDE YOU WITH THE FOOD. SO EXCUSE ME, I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN BE YOUR FUCKING TESTOSTERONE OUTLET. THE FOOD STOPS COMING OUT AT 9:45, SO TOUGH LUCK, ASSHOLE.

Then as I was clearing up the buffet spread, me and my colleague were stacking up the remaining food back onto the trolley. One of the items was hard-boiled eggs. I was about to go back into the kitchen to get a wiping towel when our little bahyee boy appears in front of me once more with a plate in his hand, almost pushing it in my face.

Boy: 'Excuse me, can I have more hard-boiled eggs, please?'

CDD: 'Yeah, go help yourself *nods in direction of eggs on the trolley*'

I didn't give a damn about that boy. I mean, hey... I earn $5.50 an hour. You want me to serve you for breakfast? I don't get paid enough to serve everybody for breakfast ok? What that means if I have to serve you, wouldn't everyone expect the same thing? That leads me to the next point.

It seems that Bahyees love to have hot milk. I don't think it's a bad thing to like hot milk. In fact I like hot milk myself. But what happens when one guy asks for hot milk.. every-fucking-body wants to have hot milk. It's like a virus.. it spreads throughout the Bahyee population in the cafe.. and soon we're hard-pressed to serve hot milk.

Bahyee 2: 'Excuse me, can I have some "hort miylk" please?'

CDD: 'Sure, give me one minute, sir... *rolls eyes*'

Bahyee 3: 'Excuse me, one "hort miylk" for me as well'

CDD: 'Ok. *wipes sweat*'

Bahyee 2: 'Can I have one more "hort milyk" please?'

CDD: *fumes*

I'm thinking of petitioning to the Manager to make these people pay for the hot milk. Maybe we should charge $5 for one glass of hot milk, so that these buggers will actually pay for our services. I mean, so what if you have the fucking breakfast coupon? This stuff costs money you know?

The breakfast charge has been absorbed in your room fee, so don't come around thinking you can order us about like slaves. We have 30+++ other customers to take care of, and you're not the centre of the fucking universe.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy