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Wednesday, June 22, 2011

grotesque to the old and the people who just don't get it, the streets along clarke quay's many twists and turns line up with smoking 20-somethings, stumbling half drunks and the occasional scene of the exchange of fists to each other's face that prove to be of some apparent form of entertainment. it's just another night for people rebelling for liberation, seeking for old and new connections and just having a, in simple terms if we will, good time.

the idea of clubbing isn't an old one, but for the sake of being entertaining, let's leave out the pedantically ridiculous historical facts and get down right to the 'juicy' stuff like who got pussy and who got pussied.

The Pre Warm-Up

after having a random, hilarious conversation with this pissed-drunk indian with his girlfriend wearing an ostentatiously large sun hat, i walked away towards my destination. i had a little alcohol in my system. surveyed the entire club room and emerged it ready and set to go. whatever that would be the eventual consequence of this night would depend on me and what i do. and also on the fact that if the girl i happen to be talking to has a boyfriend with biceps the size of my head. as i was taking a break outside, saw this chick sitting by herself, looking seriously depressed.

Damsel In Distress

i'll be honest. she wasn't the most good-looking girl ever. plump. looked like she just smelt a dead rat. i stood next to her. asked what happened to her and got nothing but a shake of the head before inviting me to sit next to her. she swayed a little then rested slightly against me. talking to her was exactly the same as talking to a wall. i was thinking in my head. go ugly early, and i mean this in no disrespect. i was hoping that her friends were at least cuter than her.

two girls then came towards us and i was like 'yes'. one had braces and had a figure that i would rate 6.7 out of a total 10 popcorns. what? popcorn rating only works when you are rating movies? why? the other girls was a little plump too, but she was cute to say the least. anyway, we started talking and then they left us, with me the babysitter as i usually turn out to be at the start of the night. out of nowhere, a pissed drunk hoodlum started to vomit which caused a gag reflex in her and she puked. thank god i didn't catch a view of her. brought her to the washroom and then brought her back to the club to find her friends. and then started to dance with them for a while, left them to find friends, and then choose to came back about an hour later. totally forgetting about their existence, i got pulled by someone and by who? yep you guess it. soon i was dancing with them, three in my arms, with the cute one eye-to-eye. all of a sudden, i turned around and saw these two girls smiling behind me. smiled at them (it's only polite) and turned my attention to the three girls, stil clutching on to them. couldn't help but turn around a bit. she told me there were leaving about 3-4 o clock. i saw the other two girls smiled once again. the three girls were slowly heading towards the stage. party rock anthem. fist pumped, high five-d with the cute girl. okay, i couldn't take it anymore, turned around once again. the two girls were at the same spot. need more blood to my head. my grip around the girls loosened.

The Night Is Still Young

rarely does it happen that a girl come up to you and give you the green light to hit on her by just giving you that cue like "you're cute". okay it did happen while i was sitting there waiting to get a drink. two things i could say "i know!" or "but you're walking away! why?!". i raised my eyebrow, looked at her and give her a shot of my smile and said "i know!"

i wonder why i woke up so early. got work later. and my goal to end this post off in the same way i started it has failed miserably and i shall now go into a corner and start thinking about the numerous ways of how i can kill myself.

Friday's gonna be a good night.

x Nav ran as fast as he could

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Friday, June 17, 2011

death. again. teenage deaths. i could go on and on about my views on it and what's the cause from my view but i was reading something over just now which pissed me off. recently, as some of you may have known to say the least, there were the three recent suicides, with reasons citing school stuff. hmmm, coincidence? can't be actually. i mean, we're not stressed at all. in fact, it's not that hard to earn a living in singapore. just get a good paper qualification and then we're pretty much on the way to leading a successful life with a beautiful spouse, three lovely kids and a huge mansion. but anyway, yeah, krystal was one of them. and after seeing the picture, i can't help but feel like i've seen her before. like more than once, i'm sure of that.

went to her blog and while reading through all the RIP messages, i read this.

"Rest in peace, Krystal.Such a pity to lose someone whom God loves.
If only you got to know Him.
A life could've been saved and changed.
I know its all too late but I just wanna say this to those who are facing the same circumstances, please, believe that God can change your lives. No matter what you used to be or what you've done before that even you cannot forgive yourself, God, will forgive you. Even when you're being despised by everyone including yourself, God doesn't despise you! Every life is precious to Him because He is your creator.
And on top of all that, He have a master plan for every single one of us to prosper us. He created you for a reason! So please think before you decide on ending your precious life because even people who have no relationship with you feels for you. What about people who loves you? Wouldn't it break their heart even more knowing that they wouldn't be able to see you smile or talk again?"

do we seriously need to bring this up? i'm not going to influence anyone by putting my views on it. seriously, do we really need this? now?

and another post got me slightly creeped as well. first i was chuckling to myself cause of the bad english. but then when i read the last part, i went "ooookay?".

"krystal,or those i don't know u.i get a the bad news that u have.....if i have read this what u have wrote...u will chat with u and talk with u.i trying to die before.but i.....may be i should have follow u,die is a releaf...hope u rest in peace.u will get the bless of god..happy always...if i brave enought,i might be joining u soon."

what is going on??

x Nav ran as fast as he could

[[ never look back ]]

Friday, June 10, 2011

two fathers gone.

it's sad that this is the sad truth of life. people die. it's easy to tell someone that it's the circle of life, part of life is for one to end and we have to learn to move on from there. but when it happens to you, when someone close to you dies, what do you tell yourself. and while you're grieving, you have to worry yourself with the ceremonial and ritual duties.

what would your reactions be now, if someone told you that you were going to die in the next few weeks? an uncle of mine, a raging alcoholic, died. liver failure. some tumor on the liver. i'm not too sure. i wasn't close to him at all. hell, i disliked him. but what got to me about his death was how he dealt with his knowing of his eventual coming death. he was in and out of the doctor's a number of times but he hadn't let his family know about it. once my mom saw him walking from the doctor's, unusually dressed in sports shoes and track pants. the week before he died, he painted the house. nobody knew why. he painted the house, but i don't know if he was done with it. but just imagine. what would you have done in his shoes? i don't know about you, but i find it a little thought-provoking with the whole painting thing.

three days later, another death came. i remember discussing with my mom to meet up before seeing my her brother, but just half a day before that, he died. he had a heart attack and wasn't found until it was too late. he was then put on life support. it was a pain, when we received the news late at night. at the hospital, it was just painful. even my uncle who rarely shed a tear, broke down. hard. it was just painful to watch.

on the day of the funeral, i stood there. watching the children. watching the wife. watching the siblings. never in my life had i thought that the first time i'll be using skype was for a funeral. i was skyping with my uncle who was all the way in australia. holding the phone in my hand, i could hear his heavy breathing. it was just too much. it's never like what it is in the movies. it never is.

i dunno what else to write. i don't even know why i'm writing this. it feels so incomplete. but life always is. but instead of living in regret over something i wish i've done before, whatever i feel like doing now, i'll do it. backpacking. road trips. scuba diving. mountain trekking. whatever. let's do it.

i'm not going to waste my time being some loser somewhere deciding to wait for something that may or may never work out. guess it's about time that i did that. there's never such thing as living your life right or wrong. it's up to you. why worry what the world says about you. that's probably the weakest excuse to stop you form doing something.

rest in peace.

x Nav ran as fast as he could

[[ never look back ]]

Friday, June 3, 2011

sometimes, when you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, or you just seem to have a very unpleasant day, you suddenly feel all the negativity in you taking over your now weakening mind.

many days have i pondered over the fact that what if i had done something differently. was reading some other blogs, and a few of them really shared a light on why those people act a certain way or why they turn out to be messed up. it's easy to judge. it's easy to point. i saw this girl the other day, pissed off at her group for she couldn't take it any more. and i could tell she was holding it in for very long, for she was tearing up and just, letting it all go on her group mates. i didn't know what was the problem, and i don't care. the thing is that, i feel that we should always make a point to see where one came from and why he happens to be 'different' from the rest. some people act so 'differently' or want stuff to be done 'differently' that we think that he's seen too many movies and wants life to go like the movies. people say, it's just a movie after all. but we fail to understand is that movies were inspired by real life events.

today, couldn't complete my sets of training. just felt weird running today. breathing was so, how can i put this, unusual? i pushed on, but my breathing was like so weird. my body could take it. my heart wasn't dying for that moment. but, i just had to give up on the third and final set and walk the walk of shame. sat down and wondered, damn what's going on? i shook it off. not a good day to run, i told someone. yeah, it wasn't a good day. it wasn't a good week as a matter of fact. having to deal with...

holidays start from today. (i have to not really talk about it.) so probably the things occupying my time this 4 weeks would be, work, training, scouts camp (for two days only and yeah, it's going to be one heck of a weird camp) and also erm, nothing much else much really. oh and not to forget, hangover part 2. i can't wait. but heard it didn't get good reviews. i can pretty much understand why but i just hope that i'm not too disappointed cause i left watching that show, eager for way more in the sequel. yeah, and probably hitting the clubs next friday. zirca anyone? and bbq outing on the 18th. so my holidays are pretty much set.

so tomorrow's work. another hard, long, tiring, shitty day, having to deal with customers who don't understand english ("Ma'am, if you don't understand simple english like vouchers are not accepted on public holidays, how do you want me to help you?") and trying to hint to customers that we are not a charity organisation, giving away free food and free smiles just because they are hungry and needy. one for one deals now on. that's going to be more headache. i wish i had a little more money in the bank balance for me to enjoy but, have to save up for a rainy day, like if next week i have to buy more drinks, i have to have that extra change in my pocket. dammit, my credit this month is like 100 bucks more than previous months. shit. financially screwed. and talking about finance, i hope i can get tutored well for my financing module's mid-session test.

yeah, i'm still having a pretty off week. and i guess that at work, i'm going to inevitably be a little down in the dumps and put on a pissed off face everywhere i go, giving the customers and possibly the kitchen staff the finger right to their face. or i could slap the wuss out of me and get a life.

people say i'm emo. emo is short for being emotional. unfortunately, i'm empty inside. how can i be emo?

x Nav ran as fast as he could

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Wednesday, June 1, 2011

"customer is always right. customer is your boss. the customer who comes in, they are the ones who are paying your salaries. without them, who wants to pay you. we need sales, therefore we need more customers that's why we do all these promotions. we need to have good service. at the end of the day, we are still in the service line"

at the end of the day, we are a business. and businesses run. a business that runs in the service line, is using that a tool to make even more money. make them happy to make more money? i mean, sign me up. who doesn't want that. but apparently nowadays, many places that run in the service line, in my opinion tends to be confused of what it should do. the most common phrase you hear from businesses and all are "customers are becoming more demanding". no. customers are becoming smarter. ever since they've realised they've been targets of fear from the people up top, they found out that it works. fear works. so why not be a little more 'angry' when talking to service staff when wanting some their way. if the service staff don't do what they say or don't give them anything free or don't waive the service charge, they'll forever stop patronising that chain of stores. but of course, that's not really true. i've had customers said that to me many times, but most of them, i've seen them come back. but of course i'm not saying that most customers don't give a fuck and just like to lie out of their asses. it's just a small bunch. and of course, even that small bunch is important, as analyst and biziness people will tell you.

now the thing is that business are too afraid to say no. in the fear of not losing a customer, we tend to bow our heads and try to do by their bidding. more sauce? no problem sir. one more lychee, yes maam. change this to that while putting it separately on two different plates and you want to split the table? no problem maam. why not we just say no - period. you want more sauce? fuck you.

of course, we have to be polite. and that's where the service line philosophy kicks in. it always beckons the question, how do you say 'no' in the most beautiful manner? that's the challenge of the service line. we don't have to entertain ourselves to the shittiest of requests. customers aren't the boss. that's a wrong thing to think. the thing is people rarely have a clue of what they want, and thus if you let someone without a clue be the boss, you're pretty much fucked. and as well, customers tend to get complacent and try to push their luck each visit. and the most we ca do from then, cause we certainly can't change our minds all of a sudden, is to just bow our heads, smile and give him the thumbs up and say no problem.

that's the problem. we are too kind. customers are to wait. are to wait patiently. are to abide by the rules that are presented to them. they are to welcome no's from the staff. and most certainly, they are not gonna be bitches. after all, good food should be celebrated in all it's full glory that was meant to be by the people who made them. so shut up and enjoy it. and if you don't enjoy it, order something else. not everyone likes peanut butter. so don't say, "erm, i don't want peanut butter, can i have vanilla?"

but of course, as much as the staff would like to say "hell no, you're not getting any vanilla you bitch", they have to say with tact and a little bit of beauty. "ahh, ma'am, maybe if you don't like peanut butter, maybe you shouldn't order the peanut butter chocolate frappe? maybe go for the vanilla dream frappe instead, since i'm guessing you like vanilla."

yeah, that way everyone is please. everyone is happy. and in the future, noone will ever once again ask for more sauce for their pasta.

x Nav ran as fast as he could

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