music: with all i am - hillsong
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
you're the reason that I live,the reason that I singwith all I am.Tomorrow is officially the last day of my 5 day stint as a hotel worker. To be perfectly honest, I have totally no idea what my job title is called. I'm not a lift attendant or a bellboy or a receptionist- and I'm certainly not housekeeping. Seriously. If people ask me what I do there, I have absolutely no choice but to list all the random jobs that I've been doing every day since monday. I met a lot of crazy, crazy people- from the Maris Stella guy who actually went thru a job agency to get the crappy "hotel worker" job, which is totally asking for it- and there's also this china lady who was asking
angmohs caucasians what they wanted to drink- in Chinese.
Hey, now I have friendly relations with the upper crust of the Coca Cola company! I served them "2 cups of white coffee with no sugar" 5 times in a row! AND I'm glad to know that they know that I'm Andrew and not some random crap temp job loser in a black and gold hotel uniform! I think they were feeling random, but they even praised me for my "perfect timing" when I popped in and asked them if they wanted any coffee right after their 2-3pm meeting was over. :D I think I wanted to quickly refresh their room and go to star of the sea to visit my godfatherrrr before confirmation! (and away from the painful black shoes and *ahem* floor i/c from hell too :D).
Argh. My ankle hurts a lot and I'm 100000% sure that it's cos of this job. Hey, I wake up at 5 am and stay until evening- what else can it be? Oh yeah. I was playing soccer yesterday and let in about a million goals since my ankle hurt so much. Random information: After the "renovation" of the park near my house, we now have a relatively rectangular concrete place that we play soccer (goals are some random pink footpaths!) and a totally obsolete shelter that has this 2 pillars+roof that we conveniently use as goalposts for random people to shoot against me before we play matches.
Anyway. My ankle hurt so much that I couldn't really jump/dive/block any balls with my left foot, and I couldn't throw anything cos you need like... proper balance or whatever to throw properly. AND I can't kick straight for nuts with my right foot. Because of this, I took a huge huge leaf out of George Bush's bush. (Wait, is it supposed to be book? I think so.)
If you can't do anything yourself, commission someone to do it for you. I got Jeremy to kick and throw everything for me. He fared worse than me. Somehow. The really cool thing was: when we actually played a match, even though we got thrashed (since the footpaths aren't exactly goal-sized, keepers can't use hands) I could actually sprint really fast like normal which was cool. Yeah, I couldn't kick properly without hurting my foot, but hey, if you can run with an injured ankle, that's amazing.
Wade Robson's choreo for Sexyback is amazing. Yeah, he has a professional mixer to rearrange all the songs and all, but it's really amazing. The funny thing about Wade Robson, is that his Emmy nominated Ramalama Bang Bang, which is supposed to be his best, is the one that I hate the most cos I really can't stand the music. If you don't like the music, half the battle's lost. Yup. Anyway:
GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD LUCK TO THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE!leon- going for french exchange programme soon! and happy bdae (even though your bdae is long over) too :Dwuhan OIP people!- we're leaving next monday to make the world a better place!lincoln ang- who's going to sing the first stanza of the chinese version of home in front of chinamen unless he can convince eugene lee to do it.everyone who's busting their brains/muscles in their cca selections!con 3s- have a great confirmation :D50 cent. he's really going to need it with kanye totally thrashing him in album sales! yay!and more. Just that I'm too tired to think of anything else to write. Yawn. Tmr is the last day of hotel work. Yay.
A surge of randomness at 9:24 PM, Singapore time.
music: with all i am - hillsong
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
you're the reason that I live,the reason that I singwith all I am.Tomorrow is officially the last day of my 5 day stint as a hotel worker. To be perfectly honest, I have totally no idea what my job title is called. I'm not a lift attendant or a bellboy or a receptionist- and I'm certainly not housekeeping. Seriously. If people ask me what I do there, I have absolutely no choice but to list all the random jobs that I've been doing every day since monday. I met a lot of crazy, crazy people- from the Maris Stella guy who actually went thru a job agency to get the crappy "hotel worker" job, which is totally asking for it- and there's also this china lady who was asking
angmohs caucasians what they wanted to drink- in Chinese.
Hey, now I have friendly relations with the upper crust of the Coca Cola company! I served them "2 cups of white coffee with no sugar" 5 times in a row! AND I'm glad to know that they know that I'm Andrew and not some random crap temp job loser in a black and gold hotel uniform! I think they were feeling random, but they even praised me for my "perfect timing" when I popped in and asked them if they wanted any coffee right after their 2-3pm meeting was over. :D I think I wanted to quickly refresh their room and go to star of the sea to visit my godfatherrrr before confirmation! (and away from the painful black shoes and *ahem* floor i/c from hell too :D).
Argh. My ankle hurts a lot and I'm 100000% sure that it's cos of this job. Hey, I wake up at 5 am and stay until evening- what else can it be? Oh yeah. I was playing soccer yesterday and let in about a million goals since my ankle hurt so much. Random information: After the "renovation" of the park near my house, we now have a relatively rectangular concrete place that we play soccer (goals are some random pink footpaths!) and a totally obsolete shelter that has this 2 pillars+roof that we conveniently use as goalposts for random people to shoot against me before we play matches.
Anyway. My ankle hurt so much that I couldn't really jump/dive/block any balls with my left foot, and I couldn't throw anything cos you need like... proper balance or whatever to throw properly. AND I can't kick straight for nuts with my right foot. Because of this, I took a huge huge leaf out of George Bush's bush. (Wait, is it supposed to be book? I think so.)
If you can't do anything yourself, commission someone to do it for you. I got Jeremy to kick and throw everything for me. He fared worse than me. Somehow. The really cool thing was: when we actually played a match, even though we got thrashed (since the footpaths aren't exactly goal-sized, keepers can't use hands) I could actually sprint really fast like normal which was cool. Yeah, I couldn't kick properly without hurting my foot, but hey, if you can run with an injured ankle, that's amazing.
Wade Robson's choreo for Sexyback is amazing. Yeah, he has a professional mixer to rearrange all the songs and all, but it's really amazing. The funny thing about Wade Robson, is that his Emmy nominated Ramalama Bang Bang, which is supposed to be his best, is the one that I hate the most cos I really can't stand the music. If you don't like the music, half the battle's lost. Yup. Anyway:
GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD LUCK TO THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE!leon- going for french exchange programme soon! and happy bdae (even though your bdae is long over) too :Dwuhan OIP people!- we're leaving next monday to make the world a better place!lincoln ang- who's going to sing the first stanza of the chinese version of home in front of chinamen unless he can convince eugene lee to do it.everyone who's busting their brains/muscles in their cca selections!con 3s- have a great confirmation :D50 cent. he's really going to need it with kanye totally thrashing him in album sales! yay!and more. Just that I'm too tired to think of anything else to write. Yawn. Tmr is the last day of hotel work. Yay.
A surge of randomness at 9:24 PM, Singapore time.
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andrew!
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how you can help!
hey look, i learnt to parody from lit! :D
what else you can do (updated)
do all my chinese homework for me :D
um. and find me something else to do besides randomly stoning around.
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