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My best life!
Written at 16:46 on Thursday, January 23, 2014 | Free your thoughts? / 0 brave souls spoke out/ +FOLLOW

Hello everyone, I am back on this place!!!

It feels like i was a gazillion years away from blogger, and I never ever thought I'll be back here typing and typing and well, typing.

But yoohoo my (non-existent) fellow blog readers, I am back!

Yeah, back to talk to air cause I've privated my blog and allowed a grand total of ZERO readers to read it.
It's called private for a reason yeah.

Anyhow!
Just back to share with no one about my glamorous life that I cant put down :)

Been working at this really posh and atas place called Fullerton Hotel (as if) , as a measly poor worker called a waitress. My job basically, is to well wait on people.
But I've recently met the nicest co-workers coupled with an amazingly sweet supervisor so work hasnt been dreadful and hateful and all things sad and bad.

I've met the nicest chef (trust me, all the other chefs are all either annoyed 100% of the time, or annoyed 100% of the time) ((no joke, the nice chef told me herself)), she's on her internship learning the art of chinese cuisine haha, I dont remember Singapore having a very rich and vibrant side of chinese cuisine, but apart from all that, she was the only chef to smile at me despite not even knowing me.

She's the cutest chef, really. :))

(Behind the scenes of a hotel is not a very glamorous place, contrary to popular belief. )

But I've met a really nice malay-not-malay guy whom I worked with, and he's a pleasant co-worker, because firstly he'll offer to help, (unlike everyone else I've worked with) and he's considered normal among the colourful people of the restaurant crew.

Why did i say malay-not-malay because he doesnt consider himself as a malay (but in the end, he will still have to admit he is one, no? ) , because of certain things he has seen about malays in singapore.
He didnt elaborate much, and I didnt ask much because I think its kind of sensitive haha.
But he's the first malay-not-malay guy I've met, and well contrary to popular beliefs about malays, he is nothing like they say.
#whatdoyoumean

But however, I've only seen one side of him so I still cant say too much yet.
Regardless, work has been pretty fine, even when I dreaded to go to work.

But at the end of the day, if I have a choice, I'll rather be in church than at work. Any day, any time.
Really.
Church is the home I never had.


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