I am excite. I am very very excite. Since yesterady I am excite. So excite that I couldn’t sleep the whole night and passed out at 5am to get to work at 10am.
Okay, no, I’m not that excite. (I sound like a retard. True to its sense, retard.) I’m excited just cause I am, and I can be. Suck it.
And last night, Delarie and I were drinking along the river, yknow, blowin’ some STEAAMMMM. Poof! Bitchin’ bout the bwoys and talking about how we are the MOST uh-mazing people in za WORLD. Dude, drunk self-garnered confidence works..like a freakin’ charm. See, I’m awesomely harpee today. Try it. No, really. And, also, just to blow off a little more steam and feel in control, fling the empty wine bottle as hard and as far as you can into the river. If it reaches the other side, You, my friend, have reached enlightenment and are a self-motivated champ (who’s strong). If not, try again, tomorrow’s another day. No worries. But please..don’t get caught littering.
In Singapore, the Po-Po is always watching……. (Dun Dun Dun Dun- the sound effects are quite expensive)
Last night, was a pretty fruitful night at the bar. Good work guys. That’s Brandon and myself. Good work guys, again. Delarie came to visit, and hog, of course. The benefits of having a friend working in a bar. “Bitch, I’m your best friend, now, fix me a drink.”
Okay, I CAN POUR DRINKS AND MAKE.. ONE COCKTAIL. I am proud. Very excite and very proud. But I can’t get the hang of shaking the shaker.
‘Shrad, it’s da wrist movement. Get it right.’ ‘Yes baus, yes’
Oh, in the afternoon, My manager went out to buy hair wax. Bartenders also have to look in tip-top form (as the Indians say it- TIP-TAAP with the VOKAY hand gesture). On a side note, there has been this man, this one man who keeps calling us for our address and apparently can’t find us even after we gave him directions, gave him the full address, told him about the nearest landmarks. It got down to this: Hi Sir, would you happen to have a smartphone, why don’t you punch in the postal code into your Navigations on your phone and see the magic happen?
Well, that line wasn’t delivered in that tone. In fact, we had gotten a call that very evening before the manager left to buy his hair wax.
And when I was all alone in the bar, I get The call, again. Sian.
Bright beautiful Sunday afternoon. The birds are chirping, the sun’s nice and warm. Robertson Quay looks like a beauty in daylight. Shrad (Main Cast)- polishing glasses in the bar. She has a retarded smile on her face because scriptwriter says so.
Bar phone rings. Shrad picks up the phone, a little unsettled cause she secretly doesn’t know how to pronounce the bar’s name.
Shrad (rushed tone so the mistake goes hidden): Hello, La Maison Du Whisky, Shraddha speaking.
Man: Harlo ah? Where is your location ah?
Shrad is annoyed. Z(oops).
Shrad: We are located at 80 Muhammed Sultan Road, Robertson Quay.
Man: Where is that ah?
Shrad: Okay, in Robertson Quay, we are located next to Harry’s bar. And next to the chocolate bar. Also, if you take a cab here or something, walk right through the carpark and you can see us right in front.
Man: Oh oh ok okay but hor I don’t know where is the Harry’s bar also.
Shrad: Oh, you have smartphone or not ah? I give you postal code lah?
Man: No la where got smartphone! I got use Nokia only. No smart no smart.
Shrad: Got internet access or not ah?
Man: No la. Nokia what, where got internet access wan?
Shrad: Ok ok, you got know where the Gallery Hotel and Studio M hotel got in Robertson Quay? Where got Filter? Robertson Quay is next to Clarke Quay also, can walk wan.
Man: Oh yeah yeah got got
Shrad: Ok, if you know where that one have, then you ask around ah. Sure got people know where the bar is wan. No po-bem. (That’s ‘problem’ btdubbs)
Man: I am at UE square, how to come?
Shrad: Oh, UE square..That wan near Fullerton that wan ah? Uh, take cab? Or, you walk ah, not far.
Man: Where got UE square at Fullerton! HAHAHA SHRADDHA YOU ASSHOLE. I’m Brandon here! Shraddha, you’re an idiot. You fail so bad. Have the cheek to talk like me and the first thing you ask me is whether I have a smartphone without helping me out. CB. Okay, anyway, Ill be back in 10-15 mins, I’m in UE sqaure, buying hair wax.
Shrad: HAHAHAHAHAH OKAY. OH SHIT. AM I IN TROUBLE?
Man: You are missy.
End phone call.
Shrad rolls on the floor with laughter. 15mins later, Manager comes in and they laugh it off but after a little bit of ‘This is what you should do and what you should not’.
Okay, in my defence, I’m generally nice on the phone but that particular man was just annoying. I didn’t know my manager was imitating him! haha. That was hilarious. I pondered upon it and laughed because as the conversation progressed my English took a nosedive. Sad. Pathetic, even. But hey, sometimes to connect, you really have to break down the communication barriers, hard. I was the compromising one in this transaction. I’m also a big hearted person, just saying.
Woah. I think the empty-wine-bottle-throwing experience last night is translating into narcissism and delusional power of perception. I should stop.
On a completely random yet related note.
Love yourself. Love everything about yourself. Normally they call relationships (other than companionship, fun, laughter and games)- ‘the compensation of self-love deficiency’. Psychologically. But, think about it..if you love yourself wholly, you will harbour so much positive energy in you that you don’t have to put in the effort
in loving someone else. If you love yourself, you know how to take care for yourself, it becomes a habit or a practice and likewise, you extend this hospitality to others around you without even thinking about it. You will love people around you unconditionally and it will come to your naturally
And I mean this, in any sort of relationship. Not just a boy-girl relationship.
“Love yourself, and you will be able to love someone else the right way. Be responsible for yourself and you will be able to be responsible for someone else. Without effort. Without thought.”