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says what she feels..
Sunday, October 23, 2005
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| :: The So-Called Fabulous Weekend
:: | | 5:24 AM |
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Why do I go back to GWP? For one, I keep myself busy and two, because I'm busy, I don't spend money. Good reasoning since I hardly have plans for the weekend. No boyfriend means no fabulous weekend. Boo hoo..But it also means I have extra money to blow on shoes, clothes and the latest Ipod Nano. Yes, I want one.
Since I almost always have time on my hands, I go back there. For one thing, I'm kinda attached to the place. You don't really need to use (much) brainpower to work, just your strength. I need the exercise, otherwise I'll turn into a big fat pig. Anyways, chances are I'll meet really cute guys.
Speaking of which, the groom for last Saturday's function was really cute! He's sort of a cross between Vincent Ng and Takeshi Kaneshiro. Macho and metro, I like. He's very nice to talk to, unlike his wife the bride. Apparently she's from Ritz Carlton but chose to hold her wedding here. It's quite strange, I always thought you should display some sort of staff loyalty or something. Why hold it at another hotel instead of where you work? Surely you get a staff discount right? Anyway, she's a real bitch. Yeah, because of her service background she expects everything to be top notch. It was a nightmare working with her and I don't even have to deal with her directly.
Here's what she'll do: pull out seat covers at random and 'requests' that we change them, change the tablecloth so we have to reset the whole damn thing again (the tablecloth wasn't even dirty, I couldn't see anything wrong with it), change the food march confusing us all and 'suggests' that we all stay back so we wouldn't have a drop in service standards when 11pm came. KNN. Hello, you are not at the Ritz working so you are not in charge of us. I've never met any bride like her in my whole banqueting experience. I thought every bride was supposed to look her most beautiful on her wedding day? Quit worrying about the function and leave it to the people who are supposed to bear that heavy burden. In all fairness, the guests are fairly easy to serve that night. Thank Heavens I wasn't the VIP server. If not, I would have quit there and then.
Just kidding about the last part. GWP people, you know I love you all. It's just that I love some more than most of them and the rest I just hate. I believe I emphasized it enough here in many posts.
Also, I have just got to gush about the wedding favors the couple gave to the guests. Too cute for words. They actually had mini multi-colored champagne glasses and tiny bears as gifts to them. I really wanted to steal one of those glasses cause it's really nice but too bad, the guests shared the same sentiments as I did.
I did manage to salvage this though:
And I got this for my efforts:
And this was given by the groom, not the bride. Figures. Like I said, he's a nice guy. I have the fainest inkling of who actually wears the pants in their relationship. The poor guy must have done something terribly wrong in his previous life, not only does he have a shrew for a wife, he also has very mean friends. Granted, most of his pals are just as cute but they are also very naughty. They made him drink red wine and vinegar, I feel sick just thinking about it and the fact that someone has to drink that hideous concoction. The poor thing was sick by the 6th course and still has to make an appearance, after all, it's his own wedding.
Last Saturday, also marked the first day of my cousin working at GWP with me. Pardon me for being very selfish and territorial, I don't really like working with relatives. For one thing, they are your relatives and you can't run away from them unlike people that you don't like unless you disown them or something. Second, you feel obligated to look after them, I found myself telling and teaching her stuff that will make her workload easier. Normally, I'll act fierce to the newbies, not a problem since I already look fierce and I actually am fierce to just about everybody. To her, I have to be extra nice which is very hard for me to do. I always believe that what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger. If you can't survive in this environment, that's too bad, live with it. I've actually made girls cry with my style of working before, but obviously I can't do that to my cousin or I'll never hear the end of it from both her and my mother. I'll drown in saliva.
Plus my reputation is at stake, she messes up big time and I'll be screwed cause I'm the one who introduced her in the first place. One incident that pisses me off real bad is that Jessica booked us both for the Sunday function and told us both at the same time. She didn't say that she had something else planned so we both thought that she'll be there. Silence means consent right? Not for her, she messaged me at 12 midnight on SUNDAY telling me that she couldn't make it because of a fellowship meeting or something. WTH. Couldn't she have said something when she was asked? Jessica won't bite when you say no, you know. So I have to be the messenger of bad news and paid the price for it. If there is one thing Jessica hates, that's people canceling on her after confirming their bookings. I should know, I suffered her wrath a number of times. Although Jessica says she does not condone favoritism, she does practice it to a certain degree. You'll be her pet if you exercise your EQ and PR skills and suffer if she does not like you. I belong to the former, I'm happy to say. Of course there will be those in between lar. As for my cousin, I would say that her stocks are at a dangerously low level. After the stunt she pulled, I'm not surprised. I've warned her about this before she even stepped foot in the ballroom. If she wants to reduce her number of potential bookings, hey, that's her prerogative.Labels: GWP
Monday, October 17, 2005
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| :: So Many Things To Blog About, So Little Time
:: | | 6:40 AM |
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Been really, really busy this past 2 weeks. No thanks to work piling up on me these days. Stupid oil prices keep rising, all thanks to the ultimate American Idiot. Everytime the bunker price rises, it means another week of slogging for me. And as if I don't already have enough work to do, I have all these endless meetings to attend. We are launching a new system to take effect in April. Since all the people in NYK are masters of Qigong, everything is pushed to my department. KNN. We are not as free as people think OK? We are already monitoring the current system and that gives us enough headaches. Add on a new one that we are as unfamiliar with as others and it will be even worse. Plus, it's unstable and takes forever to process a simple command. And I'm the one who has to key in ALL the data, do the initial uploading and maintain it in the future. Fucking hell. I'll be practically living in the office with all the overtime I'll have to do.
And on top of all that, I still have to generate my reports, maintain all my databases and answer all the bloody enquiries from the bloody morons called Manila pricing team. What did I do in my previous lifetime that I have to endure this shit? Why do I give access for them to view my databases and yet they can't bother to consult it? They think my stuff is there for show isit? KNN. I spent half my time updating it and they can't be bothered to at least check in their before asking me something that is already IN THERE? I might as well take away all their access rights since they never seemed to USE IT. At least I won't be pissed if they ask me something moronic again if I know they don't have access to the data in the first place.
All this meetings I've to attend is just delaying me from doing what I'm paid to do. They last the whole day and I hardly gain any constructive knowledge from it. It only gives me more headaches, work and worry cause I don't have the time to complete my reports or even read all my emails. There'll be another 2 whole days of meetings for me lined up this week and I have to send a report up to Tokyo by Friday. Means I only have ONE FUCKING DAY to compile a report usually done over the course of 2 WEEKS. Think I'm superwoman isit? Now, I can only start work when people in my office are KNOCKING OFF. All because of the bloody meetings hindering my productivity.
All the work got me so stressed out that I was nauseous on Friday thinking of all the work I have to do this week. So I went a little crazy and bought this:
It's an IDog!
It can move in time to your music, act as a speaker and provide you with entertainment when you flick it's tail. And no, it does not move. I was mighty disappointed when I found out. Yes, it was an impulse buy. I've just got to have it at that time. Now, it's just meh.
Also, I bought this:
I really do need this cause my IPod is getting to the state where it's scratched beyond recognition. The material's nice but it's very expensive!
As always, I don't have the time nor the energy to blog about the 'fabulous' weekend I had. So many things to blog about, so little time to type it out.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
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| :: Template Changes
:: | | 11:04 PM |
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Getting sick of the black and white layout so I changed it to this blue-themed one. I think it reflects my mood currently as it's pouring outside. I'ld love to go back to sleep in a weather like this but I've got to work later. My arms are still sore from last night, will blog about it later when I have more time. So it's another No Rest Week (NRW) for me. ~Hai~
P.S I realise the pictures look weird and sort of skinny. I'll fix it later, if I ever have the time, that is.
Monday, October 10, 2005
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| :: The One With the GWP chalet
:: | | 7:28 AM |
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I’m still waiting for the pictures. That’s cause dear Ravel has decided that he shall test my patience and not upload them. Anyways, shall blog before I forget everything about this wonderful chalet I attended.
For one thing, it was full of alcohol. Now, imagine what people act like when they are drunk. I have been treated to a mini striptease courtesy of Ace dancing to that disgusting song of Alex Toh’s. You know, the one about taking your clothes off? Yeah, poor me. I need to rinse my eyes with soap. A bunch of people puked and got themselves really sick. It’s really stupid of them. If you can’t hold your liquor, don’t drink. You’ll only make a fool out of yourself. Anyway, it’s quite dangerous for a girl to get sloshed cause you never know what a guy might do in a fit of drunkenness. By the way, that theory most certainly does not apply to Elena. The last I checked, she’s still sticking to her virginal image. It would be so like her to get drunk and taken advantage of by the guys. I’m sure it would be her ultimate fantasy or the guy’s, whatever I don’t care. I’m still pissed at her for seducing my target. Anyway, I wouldn’t know since I went home early. Ain’t I a good girl? Plus I have an escort that day, an old friend I totally didn’t expect to see working at the same place with me again, albeit for a short while.
Maybe my man-eating abilities are being restored slowly? I sure as hell hope Elena’s will run out, slowly and surely. That will teach her. Pui! I hate virgin wannabes.
I’m making it sound like I had a terrible time. Ok, barring the minor incident where I saw HIM flirting with the virgin wannabe and looking as though he REALLY enjoyed it. I almost gave up all hope for men. Do they only care about what’s on the surface? What about the girl underneath? Cause Elena sure as hell does not have anything underneath and I mean it in more ways than one. Feel free to let your imagination run wild.
Anyway, I digress, back to the part where I had a great time.
Since the good people who organized the chalet are professionals in the F&B business, it’s natural that we throw a great party. We actually brought the GWP equipment there to hold the BBQ. A grill that is 3 times the size of anyone else’s, an actual barrel of beer (20 liters only, none of us desire to die from liver failure), professional buffet equipment complete with serving gear arranged like an actual buffet function. We even had a professional CHEF to grill the food for us. Poor Jackie, off duty still have to grill satay for us. Hehe. It tasted delicious by the way; definitely deserving of the triple plus price the guests have to pay. We get to eat it for free!
All the neighbours, and by neighbours, I mean those who are holding their BBQs next to us, were looking over in amazement at how professional our equipment were. I oeverheard one guy asked my colleague who our caterers were. Er, we kind of do this for a living and the stuff was just sitting there anyway. Might as well make the most out of it.
I got pretty sloshed, no thanks to Ace and some guy. My face resembled a lobster. Definitely not an image I want to present in front of ahem, HIM.Labels: GWP
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| :: Wicked Witch of the West
:: | | 6:23 AM |
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I need a good rant. Today's been absolutely terrible. Nothing seems to go right. Oh well, here we go. The subject for today:
Elena aka the Wicked Witch of the West.
Why am I ranting about her? Because she’s evil with a capital E. Can’t fucking stand her, she acts as if it’s her God given right to hog all the guys’ attention.
At the chalet I went to some time back, as if it’s not enough she had N pining after her, she has to hog MY NEW TARGET as well. What’s in it for her? I’m just dying to find out. It’s as if she’s got mind reading skills, what's it called? Telepathic powers? She's making my life miserable. I have not had one good day ever since she came back. One good day as in I can spend some time alone with my current target. Why, why does she have to come back? Shouldn't she be undergoing attachment like everyone else her age?
I honesty can't see what the guys like about her. She looks ordinary enough, kinda sweet looking unless you consider her black heart, virtually no boobs or butt since she weighs slightly more than a feather. Oh, how can I forget the sneer etched permanently on her face?
Obviously I’m not as good looking as her but at least I try to socialise or at least respond when people are talking to me. As for her, she just ignores you completely unless you have a dick and balls. You get the picture. She doesn’t have any standards that way I guess. It’s like you are wasting her time talking to her when she could have put the time to better use like bedding a guy or showing an unfortunate soul her cleavage, which I might add, is practically non-existent.
Also, I suspect that she has an eating disorder. The whole bunch of us part timers have eaten together for so many times and I have never seen her down more than 2 mouthfuls of food at any one time. Yeah, I’m a bit jealous of her 42kg frame, a weight that would be the envy of many girls but none are as crazy as her to actually take action to achieve that kind of weight. She really should eat a bag of rice or 2 for her health’s sake. For God’s sake, she promoting unhealthy eating and sending all sorts of wrong signals to guys. It’s all because of her that guys at GWP view a skeletal frame is the best body shape for a girl.
Most of all, I hate the way that she acts all virginal and innocent. Cause all the girls think it’s an act and a big fat lie. Would you think someone’s pure and innocent when she wears a white dress with no bra? Bloody slut. And the guys fall for it every single time. Even those I consider to be sensible, like LQ and N. Idiots, the whole load of them. It's just like a guy to think with his dick.
She needs a total image and attitude makeover. People from Extreme Makeover you hear me? While you’re at it, fix that nose of hers will you? It’s a bit distracting being shaped like a witch’s nose would.Labels: GWP
Saturday, October 08, 2005
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| :: Alternate Universe
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Attended my cousin's wedding yesterday. Very excited to finally be present at a wedding where I won't be working. Yay!
The dinner itself was very nice, held at the Holiday Inn Atrium.
Setting on the Lazy Susan. The flower centerpiece was very nice. Pity it was too dark to take a proper picture even though I used the flash.
Individual setting. The table's setting as a whole was a bit messed up though. Something's just not right. Each individual setting doesn't seem to align. Quite bad. I'm anal about this kind of stuff. Ace would kill us if we set the table like them. Each hotel has its own system I guess.
Wedding favors. It's chocolate, yuck. I hate chocolate. Anyway there are two pieces, one says Everlasting and the other one says Love. Cute.
In comparison,
Goodwood Park's wedding favors. Kapohed them a long time ago from one function. Honey and tea leaves. Both of them are edible apparently, a guest actually soaked the tea leaves and drank it. The last I heard, no one died so I guess its safe.
Anyway, the food was so-so. Standard Chinese wedding fare, I should know. The dessert's to die for by the way. Yam pudding in the shape of a fish topped with cut fruits. Sounds weird but tastes heavenly.
Champagne pouring. Quite an anti-climax. Maybe because we are not a Yam Seng type of crowd? I know the picture's dark. Being a photographer's not my calling definitely.
While I'm still in a photo blogging mode, here's some shots from Madam Tussaud's when I visited HK this May, or was it April? Yup, the wax statues were really creepy.
I'm a dwarf! Here's Naomi and Elle:
Everone's favourite politican and Ah Gong:
The 'real terrorist'. A pathetic excuse for a politician. The song 'American Idiot' comes to mind. What were the Americans thinking when they re-elected this guy? I give to you:
George Bush, the guy who used weapons of mass destruction as an excuse to go to war. And couldn't find them.
P.S: Please don't arrest me, I love George Bush, I really do!
Saturday, October 01, 2005
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| :: Flooble Chatbox
:: | | 10:24 AM |
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I have deleted the bloody flooble chatbox that always expires and activated the comments box. Will update with a proper entry once I have the pictures from the GWP chalet.
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