fridae the 13th

well.. it was an interesting day..
i would love to blog about what happened at work so much..
but after readin danson's blog.. i believe he had a better account of what really happened..

so i shall cut and paste from his blog, for your viewing pleasure...

St James

Friday the 13 was the most happening day in these 5 months I have worked. It was so dramatic, akin to watching a Taiwanese drama serial. All the fighting, cursing and swearing in the high class gallery bar. A happy reunion turned... The twist of events was so sudden that I couldn't comprehend what happened.

The friend who was chased away was the one who spent lavishly on the girls. St James's top security had to come in break apart the rowdy crowd. Should they come a minute later, the first fight in gallery would break up. To be exact, a cat and dog fight.Eventually the group broke up and all was that was left were broken glasses, torned vouchers, bottle cards and a voluptuous lady sprawling on the ground helplessly. She was one of the customers I served. She actually got so drunk that she ended up in a state of demonic possession.

For the next 2 hours, she tucked herself into the trash bags and slept on the gallery floor. Occasionally, she will go into fits, screaming nonsense and crying. It was a sickly sight. She totally lost it.The next hour was an reenactment of the movie Exorcist. Her eyes rolled up and all that was seen was white. She swing her head around like a mad women, vomit spilling out from the side of her mouth. Her weak husband was no match for her constant struggle. She threw her limbs all over the place, hurting everyone within a 1m radius. She screamed for help, screamed for her own death. Soon, she was knocking her head on the edges of the table and the steel button stool.

I have never seen anybody so drunk, to the extent of seeking death. It was a horrifying sight watching this lump of meat crawling on the floor.It had taken too long to move her away. Eventually, it was time was all of us to go home. That was not the end of everything.

Public shitting

A sick bastard server from Powerhouse got so drunk that he began vomitting and shitting all over the locker area in St James Power Station. This has to be one of the most horrendous thing I have ever seen in my entire life.He sat at one of the side tables near lockers 240++, with his head glued to the table and hand swinging mid air in a pendulum motion.

Vomit flow out from his mouth and you just cannot imagine how a face would look like with that sticky shit. Every few minute, he would clear his throat by spitting his vomit. Yeah, he's literally drowning in his own vomit.This guy even lost control of his anus. God knows what he is thinking.

He passed motion all over the locker area!!! The most shocking thing was that his faeces were at least shoulder height! He must have cleaned his backside with his hand, and conveniently rubbed those crap on the walls! I could not hold my breathe. The stench infiltrated my nostrils and started polluting my brains.What a night...

thanks to mr danson ang for his contribution - www.midnightleo.blogspot.com

and you thought workin the nite life was boring...
2more weeks to bangkok
i'd be workin monday tuesday friday and saturday this coming week..

with thursday bein the closing ceremony for SHIYEP II
oh wow.. there was an opening ceremony?

To Believe...

and you bleed just to know you're alive..

and i guess a part of me came back to life this week..
things about me that i've forgotten myself..
but something reminded me, of the love that surrounds me..

i bumped into nelson TWICE this week..
he was a senior in NS, n initially i never did quite like him
but towards the end of my first year, i guess he was the closest friend i had
yea, NS ended and our meetups began to be less frequent..
but bumping into him after all this while, it did bring back a smile to my face..

a smile.. that reminded me of the fun i had when nothing else in the world mattered back than..

and on 7 july, i am so glad i took leave from work..
not only was it Hugo Wong's wedding, it was also rachel's 21st birthday..

to Hugo, though we've not known each other for long,
i have utmost respect for you, the responsibility that you have bein both a father and husband..
i am glad to be inspired by a person like you..
it was a sweet, yet simple ceremony, one that i would remember for opening up my heart towards findin a way back into love..

princess dearest..happy 21st...the night was full of memories..

i've no idea where this would take us..
but finally girl, i have something to remember you by..
a wonderful evening of celebration..
to have had you in my arms..
how many birthdays i've missed these 7 years
thank you rachel, for making me believe in the power of trust, and friendship once again..

7/7/07, Live Earth. Your Wedding. Her Birthday.

**thx to azmi for bein the photographer :D