so goes the second day of my work at happy cafe cup place... it really isnt that bad until the boss-e(with a canto accent) scolds. The usual of his meh-mehs and hiccups especially when its "high tide" that drag in all the starving fishes, ready to be served anything they can amass with their slimey fins...but really, it isnt that bad. the pays a mediocre 7 an hr, which really isnt that bad since they pay every 2 weeks, dinner's provided and i can lap up as MUCH bubble tea as i wan...yes, meanies, AS MUCH. but after a while, u just stop cos your sick of it.

these 2 days of free labour, are soso i guess, but there's this really nice colleague of mine who spilt the tips of, (5 miserable bucks), although he didnt have to, cos i was only in "training"...and he walked me home half way too...=X but really, chinatown is known for their average 7 pay, as compared to the 5/6 in singapore. i'm not complaining. a job is good, but a well-paying job would be a 100% better.

The hrs past really fast, and i have one load off my mind, that would be food and money, the rest are all easie peasie (is tt how u spell it Stef?) anyhow..., i've gotten my 1000 words for creative, that WOULD not be graded as seen below...yeah...sucks but true. 500 biblio for political Com on the 6th, work management 1000 on the 8th, and shakespeare 19th which wouldnt be a prob cos the hols would have started...

it should all work out fine, but i'm crossing my fingers. Watched "monsters" the other day, and really bawled my eyes out. not too sure whether it was the fact that Charlize Theron looked fucking ugly, (when she's actually Sooo chio) or whether it was just my feministic instincts kicking in.

Just seems to me that the dehumanization of prositutes is a concept that really is hard to grasp. WE all work for money, selling our pride and soul to scrap for whatever we can earn, although there are many ways to earn money, using one's body should not mean THE END for someone. Like; hey, ur an ex-convict, sorry we dont trust you. what the heck does that say about us. WE aint perfect and ...should not treat others so partially cos of one undoing...

on another note, got my cds frm Li, So happy! but...they dun work without a serial number honey... SEND MORE! hehe...


The eye winks twice and gazes out into nowhere,
blindness self-imposed due to the grotesque nature of the day.
Seek not what has been displayed,
for nothingness would come out from empty space.

Meaning without a line,
spewed forth from a loose lip whore,
stark contrasts with rationality that binds one to our words,
which affect the sensitivity within us.


*food for thought?*