Cocktails

We have a corner bar in our work place.
We usually serve shots from this unequipped box of a bar.

One day, one staff started rambling on his ideas on how to make this box more profitable.
"I always thought that we should serve cocktails there.
I'm sure students would buy some nice cocktails to woo some girls.
All we need is what we already have, just a few bottles of liqures, that's all we need on top."

This was actually a good idea, IF all the staff could learn how to mix cocktails.
After all, we are just a student pub, so cocktails are not so much of a money maker, but it can be a nice freshness to bring into this place.

All of us started on how to make this idea come true.
Some even began on which cocktails we can mix, and which we can't.

Then, suddenly, a girl opens her mouth,

"But, we are going to serve them in plastic cups, yeah?"

We all just shut up,
and never talked about cocktails again, ever.

Sorry, Seb, you still rock, though.

Quiet Wednesday in a Dry House

We finished work almost all at once, and I walked home with my beloved bosses (one is the Dopey Dude) and one of then looked at his watch and says,
"Oh, my god, it's not even 4 O'Clock."
Yep, that is my work pattern, and that's why I never sleep at night.
And it WAS quiet for Wednesday, even though we had an opening for part of our building after its renovation.

It was so boring for me, I began reading "Twelveth Night".
Then I come home and find two air-dryers humming in my rooms, extracting air into comfy dryness,  while me sipping Carlsberg..

I love my life, and the only thing missing right now is probably my fear. Why am I so fearless?

Herald

My Herald is gone. (Sigh)
She looked sad on a tow truck.
I love youuuuu...

Favourites

I don't write about MUSIC, FILMS and TVs in MySpace About Me section. It's not that I don't have any favourite music or films.
Oh, I don't really watch TV, though. I always suspected that there is nothing more boring than reading through what music/films somebody you never met happens to like. I don't even want to know what films my mates like. Maybe because my life is based around students, but people tend to watch same TV shows and FILMS as their friends have. This gives them something to bond over with.

MUSIC can be different, a lot of us actually have strong taste in genres of music we listen to, but that is exactly the reason why I don't like talking about it with other people. I never had a chat with anyone about music without having some disagreements;
people are more than likely to criticize on your taste in music, with pleasure.

I never dated anyone with taste in music I didn't raise my eyebrows;
I don't expect the others to do otherwise.
Yeah, I love Britney Spears,
but I do know good music, and what I deeply like.
If I really start talking about music, nobody can follow me (I studied it quite a bit,) so it is easier to just say,
"Yeah, I love cheese."

The reason I refused to talk about films is a bit similar to this.
I just am VERY fussy about films.
And I just love slugging films off if they don't agree with my taste.
And I completely over-rate distastefulness in film viewing.
It is coming from some experiences with my pervert ex, I guess.

Before the pervert I was just nerdy film lover who knew a little too much trivia.
Because of the pervert I have became someone who identifies films as political or even religious beliefs. It IS sad.

The reason I wrote these was, I was filing up all my MP3 files, as well as making up playlists many times, after WMP crushed numerous times. This activity does force myself to review my history of music. And, there are truly good pieces of music in this world. And there are songs which just stuck with your times of your life. They work at certain times of the life and everytime you listen to them, all the memory of that period just flood back to you.

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You don't know how you met me
You don't know why
You can't turn around and say goodbye
All you know is when I'm with you
I make you free
And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea
I'm singin'
Follow me everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you
Want to leave I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me
Won't give you money
I can't give you the sky
Your better off if you don't ask why
I'm not the reason that you go astray and
We'll be all right if you don't ask me stay

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(Yeah, right (!) I am so glad that my phase of this song is OVER.)

Gig (NOT Gigli)

Today, I DID go to my gig.
Since we are made to sign the declaration,
I'm guessing that not talking about it is probably the right way to go, and since many a people are getting fired over their blogs, maybe I shouldn't say this, but I am testing some products in this gig. And they are minging. And this will go on for a few more days.
We were testing out some booze with coke (liquid one) mixture, and answering some simple questions.
Funnily enough, the testing team recruited us all in a same place (my work building) resulting all of my work people to gather together.
Even the guy in a lab coat who was handing us booze was my customer.

I remember when I did the pot noodle gig.
It was not THE pot noodle, but one of newer ones,
and we had to eat 5 pots of it. They were quite nice, let alone myself being a noodle addict, and I pretty much ate them all.
Had some trouble walking home, I remember.
I am planning to get to that state in the final day, I will empty all the sample cups, till the last drop.
Oh, what a wonderful life! Everyone benefits and everyone is happy, this is the solution for the world peace (free booze sampling...?)

I Am a Sleepless Worker Now

I got up this morning, and got ready to go to a gig (it's like a job but is much smaller, and is often one-off,) wearing Debra Messing pants and a black T-shirts. I was about to put socks on...YES, I put socks last...when realized it was Sunday.

Never thought that would happen to me, a permanent student!
I will sleep through a war if permitted. Why would I wake up on a Sunday? I hate Sundays!

I am actually a little hesitant to call myself INSOMNIA, just because
I only have problems getting TO sleep, not STAYING asleep.
I can never sleep, and I can never wake up.
Do you call that insomnia??

After re-checking the day on TV, since I still haven't got this year's calendar, I just sat back on the sofa with my bitches, pulling a duvet around me, trying to go back to nodding. I didn't go back to sleep till 5 hrs later.

People Magazine

Jude Law is hitching, who thought he was going to pick up some teenager, like everyone else?

And NOW
WHO's going to be the next Mrs Pitt???
Every time Brad Pitt breaks up with someone,
I get more and more skeptical about human emotions.

I don't believe in love,
but I'd like to see some other people do.