Distracted, but still here.

You are by and large the platform I’ve used the longest to memorialise my days. Hopefully in a decade or two I’ll be able to look back upon you fondly instead of silently cringing like I do now. 

So updates.

Well, 2015 was for the most part peaceful and pleasant. I worked part-time at a shop and got to spend time with friends and family alike, especially the latter, which brought me so much closer to them. Had you asked me if I were a family person two years ago, I’d have given an entirely different answer than I would now. I got to spend a day with my grandparents once a week; I learnt cycling and the fam and I would go to east coast nearly every week to do a few kilometres; I met with joc and ps almost every other week as well, bonding over cafe food, board games and right before I left, escape room adventures. In sort, I did nothing, but I also did everything. In not having a serious commitment like a full-time job or school, my schedule was free for me to do as I pleased and do as I pleased I did. Although I didn’t accomplish anything worthy of boast, I did get to reconnect with the people in my life who mattered to me and that was more than enough.

Did you also notice how I teased about my leaving somewhere in that last paragraph? Well crazy as it sounds, I’m in the UK now for uni. Four years ago, I’d been planning to apply to the states to study film. It’s weird the directions life takes us, but I’d like to believe there is some sense threading these decisions of my life together i.e. the big plan. I might not believe in jesus, but I do believe in fate and the universe and that things happen for a reason, but also no reason at all. 

The UK has been good to me. My small, sleepy town is good for its quiet and peace, shattered only by my party-crazy colleagues, which are very many. London though, is expensive but very comforting. Not the least because I have  a wonderful friend there who is basically family, but also because it reminds me so much of Singapore. I’d never realised how much of a city girl I was and still am, but one of those sayings “you are where you grew up” is so true. Speaking of sayings, it’s strange how your predecessors can proffer you all the advice in the world, but some things just don’t hit you until you’re put in the situation and you’re ready to accept them. 

Anyway, it’s all been good fun. I stay home a lot. I study some. But mostly, I nua. The fam came over in December and we went to Paris and Brussels, which were such a treat, and then back here again. They left me shortly before Christmas and then I embarked on another journey, this time to Berlin, Dresden and Prague. Came back for the spring term and left to explore the West of the UK, discovering my favourite castle by far - Windsor Castle, seeing the Stonehenge, visiting a town trapped in time called Lacock (lay-cock), and a taking a whistle-stop tour of Bath. I’m due for Scotland at the end of the month which I am rather excited for, since this trip I got to plan well ahead of time.

Some humans can elicit such a physical response from you.

I came across your insta last night. Complete accident; I hadn’t thought of you in months. But the way my heart so instinctively contracted - I was 13 all over again.

I know it’s completely ridiculous I feel this way, believe me, it’s like I’ve just been named the mayor of cuckoo town.

My dental journey so far has been more bumpy (and expensive) than the average joe's - braces at 14 was a luxury my father could thankfully afford which gave the insecure teen girl I was (and still am, unfortunately) one less thing to be doubtful about. 

But you know how you're supposed to go to the dentist's every 6 months, and more so when the braces you've been wearing for 2 years have been taken off? The day my teeth were uncaged, I left the place and never looked back. I did, however vaguely recall my dentist saying that I would have to have my wisdom teeth out if I didn't want my $2K alignment to become messed up, which leads us to now.

Last Friday, I entered the operating theatre of KTPH at approximately 11.30 where I had my 4 wisdom teeth surgically removed. 

This post is specifically dedicated to said wisdom teeth journey, which I gotta say I'm pretty proud of seeing as how it was something that I researched, planned and executed solely myself, with minimal assistance from my parents. It made me feel "adulty", if you will. 

So ... here we go. :)

After much googling and scrolling through local forums, I surmised that the best and most inexpensive way to go about having my wisdom teeth removed was to get a referral letter from a polyclinic (I went to the one at Hougang) to a hospital (much praises were sung for KTPH, the hospital I chose to have the procedure done at, for their experienced dental surgeons who had jumped ship from Alexandria). Since not being a guy meant that I couldn't reap the benefits of having the entire procedure covered by NS, this method let me save $1K via government subsidies which I am super grateful for and which the savings simply delights the auntie in me, haha. 

The day before my surgery was naturally rife with anxiety that was not mitigated by my constant viewing of wisdom teeth extraction videos. If you were uncertain about how the wisdom teeth can be extracted, do allow me to educate you. Depending on how your teeth have erupted, your surgeon has two methods of extraction: the simple pulling your teeth out from the gum (for exposed teeth) OR the cut into your gum, saw away bone obscuring your teeth and then cutting the tooth into pieces to remove them (for impacted teeth). WHO THE MOTHER WANTS TO BE AWAKE FOR THE LATTER? And because my lower wisdom teeth were impacted (i.e. they grew at an acute angle), the second method had to be employed which therefore required surgery instead of a basic extraction. Having already had 4 teeth extracted for braces, I loathed being numbed by LA (local anaesthesia) since the feeling of the needle piercing into your gums and the subsequent tension of the anaesthesia being injected isn't an all too pleasant sensation. It was therefore paramount for me to have GA (general anaesthesia) for this procedure.   

So on Thursday night, with my last meal being a Dunkin Donuts donut (which tasted underwhelming) I went to bed for a 8 hour fast before the operation the next morning. 

My lovely dad accompanied me to KTPH at 9 on Friday because my minor status required a parent to be present for consent. The Day Surgery centre where I was supposed to report to was located at Basement 1 of the hospital. Since KTPH was only recently built, the grounds were clean-looking, modern and well-kept. I don't know about you, but nice-looking places always give me good vibes. :D I was quickly escorted to a sort of recovery room inside the Day Surgery centre which was divided into sections that were lined with beds. The nurse handed me a gown and kimono to change into. 

I also got tagged.

A nurse also came by to stick a needle in me, but she was very nice about it. In hindsight, I really wished Derren Brown could have been there to pull his mentalism schtick on me so I didn't feel the needle go into my hand.

I hopelessly tried to distract myself reading this intriguing article about Terence Cao and his daughter (???)

Various views from where I was perched on my bed: 

I was the 4th patient of the morning and had to wait for my turn in the operation theatre. My surgeon Dr Loo, whom I had only realised that morning was pretty damn young, briefed my dad and I about the procedure and warned us about the risk that my lower jaw might feel numb for the rest of ever, since there were nerves that run close to site of extraction. The fact that it was a 1% risk did not make my expression any less O.O 

Soon enough, I was called to the op theatre where I was surprised to find a team of more than 5 hospital staff including Dr Loo and the anaesthetist bustling about the blue-green room. I was instructed to lie on the bed, which I struggled with since I felt groggy the moment I entered the room (and way before any drugs were pumped into my system). I suppose the theatre overwhelms you and creates a placebo effect of sorts. Once I was in position, my gown was stripped (my modesty! But lol no, they covered me with a sheet and it was a female nurse who removed my gown) and an oxygen mask was placed over my mouth. I heard the anaesthetist remark that it might sting when the drug enters my system and I tried to keep my eyes open, skeptical of the powers of GA. But it didn't sting at all, and I was out cold less than 10 seconds after the anaesthetist's remark. 

Afterwards, I awoke to people calling out my name and I came to, realising that the procedure was over. I felt nothing and didn't wake up once. I didn't even feel the oxygen tube the nurse told me they were gonna shove down my throat for the operation. Then and there, I was sold: GA IS FUCKING AMAZING.

I vaguely remembered being wheeled somewhere curtained where I was to rest and where they could observe me and check on my clotting. I drifted in and out of consciousness, occasionally sober enough to write requests on a board (since the pieces of gauze in my mouth inhibited my speech). My blood clotted well and somehow, I was returned to the bed in the recovery room to rest further. Previous accounts lead me to assume that post-surgery, I would just be in a blurry drug-addled haze where all I'd want to do is sleep. My experience however, was quite the opposite - the noise and lights made any sort of rest fitful and after struggling to sleep for what I'd guesstimate to be an hour, I was more or less completely awake, and back to reading the Terence Cao interview. HAHAHA. The nurse informed me that she'd called my dad and he was on his way. I waited all the way till 3 till he finally got here though, where in between I read the crap out of the 8 days magazine that contained the Terence Cao interview, WA'd Rahul and took selfies.

The cot I was situated at.

Delirious bathroom selfie. (all good!!!)

Witty signs in their handicapped bathroom. Can this hospital be more amazing???

It felt odd to be so technically, routinely and surgically marked. 

After my dad picked me up, we headed to the food court to buy some porridge I could eat for lunch. Look at the signs in their food court though:

It tells you the exact number of calories in the dishes!!! Why can't all food courts be like that?! 

I also couldn't feel the lower part of my face and my tongue felt weird and out of place. I would included the video of me being confused by my tongue but tumblr doesn't allow me to upload it. 

To end, my wisdom teeth journey couldn't have been more amazing. I got excellent care at an fantastic hospital where the nurses were super friendly and the staff were skilled and confident in what they were supposed to do, which in turn gave me greater ease to put my mouth in their hands. Lol.

So Peggy just showed us the first cut of the TVC we shot on Friday. 

It looks pretty damn amazing. 

Here are some shots I really, really loved:

glass shots - They filmed it at an angle such that there was dynamic perspective which did really well to show off the glasses.

musicians shot - It made the whole TVC feel so personal and really drew me into the action and made me feel involved as an audience.

the final shots of the day which I was able to watch them do: karen drinking out of the glass with another glass that was being drunken out of blocking her, and Peggy and Amelia taking out the glasses from the big box - all of them were taken around 5+ in the evening right in front of the glass window of the restaurant and the way the evening light bounced off everything made it look so pretty. 

Third day working at my new workplace. Went out to have dinner last night with a friend which turned into late night tea in Holland V's coffee bean. Then I came home to my US haul and of course, I had to unpack everything, so I only ended up going to bed a little after 3. The strange thing was that it wasn't my 6 alarms that woke me - I had rolled over my phone in the middle of the night and didn't hear shit - but that there was someone in my dream (I suspect my subconscious) who dared me to sit up awake while still snug and groggy. And I actually did, miraculously waking up to the day at 9.41 - only 41 mins later than I was supposed to. 

Came in to office and left after dropping my laptop off to go collect pen samples from fucking Ang Mo Kio and from there, I went straight to Bras Basah to buy 100 more pens. But as fate would have it, I could only find limited quantities there and subsequently found myself on yet another taxi, this time towards Tampines. So basically, I covered like half of Singapore in an entire morning. Got to Tampines Mall and finally bought the stipulated number of pens. T.T grabbed lunch at Pizza Hut myself and then came back to the office. The thing I love about my job is that I never know coming in in the morning what I'd be doing that day, and it could be as varied as lugging my colleague's mac and iPhone to Sim Lim to get them fixed, running across the city to buy a shit ton of the new model of the Pilot C pens in red ink or filling up buckets of water and dragging them to places. But, it's goddamn lonely. I'll give it that. 

And now here I am, the only schmuck left in my area with a few tasks left to handle before I can knock off and head to Trinisha's place for a feast. have been sitting at the office the past few hours googling random shit and calling all sorts of numbers for Amelia, hahaha. The nice thing is that the office is very prettily-lit. :) 

Last time with the guys at the restaurant at USS yesterday. Nothing significant to report except what happened at the end of the outing. Shawn and I went down to the beach to talk and basically most of everyone there thinks that I'm this wily temptress who goes around trying to wreck relationships. I'm not gonna go into detail about this but basically 1) I'm not a wily temptress 2) it was awful and unfair of them to jump to conclusions without clarifying things and 3) I am never going back there again. 

:'(

BUT,

today is my first day as an intern at freeflow and it's a little too early to say this but I REALLY LOVE IT HERE. I'm doing exactly what I'm interested in, albeit a little poorly since I have no prior experience (but I'm willing to learn!). Plus, there wasn't any dread or cloud of depression hanging over me when I was coming in to work. It also wasn't awkward at all when I met the rest of the team at freeflow. It's nice here cause the workplace dynamic is much more suited to my personality - everyone's mostly doing their own thing and the only time you need to talk to a colleague is when you need to discuss something project-related. Also, it's very much an "own time own target" way of doing things around here so it's pretty damn flexible and you can go for lunch any time you want (as long as you only take an hour) and also lepak occasionally and do your own thing (like i'm doing right now :D) when you don't have anything to do, e.g. casting, meetings etc.

I just went out to lunch with a fellow intern Katie and she's pretty chill. She also knows Nikhil's brother Nishan which, y'know, small world. She's 22 and doing a mass comm night degree right now (???) and she talked to me about what being an intern entails, i.e. casting, buying props, doing tekkie and just general sai kang. We're basically PAs that have to do whatever the senior producers tell us to, even if it's to run to Changi Village to buy 20 packets of nasi lemak for the cast and crew. She's also been teaching me how to do casting and it's actually really fun. Also Van, the senior producer told me that her aim is to let me run a small project on my own at the end of my time in production which is also super neat. :D

Attended Mozart’s Cosi Fan Tutte at Esplanade last Friday. It was my first opera and I went on my own, for obvious reasons. Gotta say, I found it incredibly boring. The characters were shallow and bland, and the themes were unrealistic and outright ridiculous in some parts of the story. I had come across these dramatic character types while researching for my crit comm but I wasn’t them to be so superficial. I walked away completely unimpressed. 

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Went back to school yesterday to receive my A Level results. What I’m grateful about the way VJ did it was that they didn’t make us sit through the tedious and greatly anxious process of calling out the names of the students who achieved upwards of 2 As up to the stage. Instead, they merely flashed the names of those who had gotten more than 7 distinctions briskly and proceeded to allow the CTs to distribute the results. 

I was last in register for my class so of course, I was way more anxious than the rest. What compounded that feeling was seeing a number of my classmates collapse on the floor and begin to cry while clutching their result slips. When it was finally my turn, Loh Ver May greeted me and instructed me to sign a few forms in what I’d guesstimate to be a pleasant tone. Note: it can be pretty scary receiving results from LVM from previous experience since her behaviour and facial expression is so telling in regards to how you performed. After I was done signing, she handed me my slip with an ambivalent expression. Her lips were pressed in a line but she had a half-smile too. I took the papers, thanked her and stood up from the chair. I honestly had no idea what to expect when I looked down, but I can tell you that when I did look down, I didn’t feel an iota of disappointment and sadness, and I still don’t. All I feel is gratitude. Pure, simple, honest gratitude. It didn’t matter that a number of my friends outperformed me - my results were astonishing enough to myself that I’m still trying to reconcile the grades that were reflected on the slip and the emotions I’d felt leaving the exam venues of the respective papers. 

Full disclosure, I had gotten As for TSD and H1 Lit, and Bs for GP, Math and Econs. While these grades don’t seem to be particularly outstanding compared to those who aced everything, they were FAR from what I had expected to receive, Math and Econs especially. Actually, scratch that. I hadn’t expect to receive what I got for ALL of the subjects. If you know me, I have horrible exam time management skills, meaning I NEVER finish any of my papers, at least to my satisfaction. I’m always admonishing myself for never finishing sentences and points, because markers simply can’t grade you on what you didn’t write. Naturally, I left every written paper venue feeling awful because I didn’t finish my AP in GP; because I had at least 1 incomplete essay for Econs; because there were so many blanks I had left for Math. For Lit and TSD on the other hand, I had absolutely no idea whatsoever about what I was writing and whether it was sound or valid.

I attribute my grades to luck and prayer (and maybe a little hard work).

I had had this habit since PSLE where I would pray at whatever temple or religious sanctuary I’d stepped into. It seems silly but it somehow always worked. Or at least, it has let me come out of the examination battlefield pretty much unscathed almost every time. Recompense is certainly due. :)

My class didn’t seem to fare too well though, which was greatly unfortunate. But, life goes on despite it all and we simply need to come to terms with reality and strive forwards from there. 

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Went to the Butter Factory pre-results house party with Mel and Hevina this ... morning? Was my virgin clubbing experience and I had a ton of fun, actually. Only managed to knock back a vodka and orange before free flow ended so we bought 2 jugs of vodka and cranberry juice to share. Wasn't really enough to get me buzzed but I still ended up dancing, cause that's what you do at clubs. And man, it was fun. Did I mention it was fun? Letting loose and figuring out your dance moves and shaking to the music - it had a raw, almost primal feeling to it which was what made it feel so good, I suppose.

The downside to it all is really the guys and how they try to make moves on you on the dance floor - some just surround you and start gyrating near you, one extended a hand towards me for a handshake and pulled me to him when I took his hand, another guy just totally grabbed me from behind. But it's nothing too intrusive - it comes with the territory, I guess. 

A couple of guys at work came too and some weird shit happened, which was ... disturbing to see. But otherwise, it was pretty funny to see the rest of them get their dance on. Hevina danced with two complete strangers and made out with them, so there's that. The three of us exited the club at 4, I hugged Ben and thanked him for the free booze and we proceeded to Swee Choon for dim sum but not before stumbling all the way to Fullerton Hotel and taking selfies on their main entrance rug, lol. I didn't manage to eat a lot of dim sum cause my stomach was hurting pretty bad though. I later reached home at 5.10, just in time to not have my entire family realise I was out late clubbing, slept for like 3-ish hours, then miraculously woke up in time to go in to work at 10. 

Told myself I would try to tumble more in effort to document my gap year and pressure myself to make every single day of 2014 as spectacular, extraordinary and meaningful as possible.

So just some updates since my last post:

On the ngee ann poly horror short

I took part in a ngee ann poly horror short called Mary. My involvement in it was by definite chance because the girl who was supposed to play the lead pulled out last minute, Hevina told us about it on the TSD WA and I responded and eventually got the role. I was definitely on the fence when I first read the script but both Matt and Heather encouraged me to go for it when I told them about it and I'm so, so glad I decided to take their advice because it not only allowed me to see the process of a semi-professional crew but also meet like-minded people as well. So definitely a very positive and amazing experience. The crew was really friendly and I already knew half the cast so acting with them was pretty comfortable. The only downside was having to stay up for the whole night for 4 days in a row, which severely messed with my sleep schedule. Also, film acting is HARD. It is less organic than theatre and having to repeatedly draw up the same emotions for different takes of a scene can be extremely draining. Still, it was incredibly experiential and I learned a lot. Will upload some pictures when I've transferred them from my phone to my laptop! :)

On personal projects

One of my goals this year is to push up 5 really good film projects and I'm trying hard to come up with ideas or develop inspirations I've had. There's definitely some material there and hopefully I can finish writing at least one of them and start filming by March. :D

On working

Bad-ish day at work yesterday. I realise I never have a pleasant shift when I’m running food. HMM.

Currently at KTP for my wisdom teeth extraction consultation. I’ve heard a lot of good reviews about dental surgery at this place, but damn, the hospital itself is really nice as well. The design is very modern and clean and despite the slight antiseptic smell, gives nary a hint that it’s actually a hospital. It resembles a group of eco-themed HDB flats instead, I feel. Loving it because it doesn’t give that heavy feeling that older hospitals like Tan Tock Seng do.

Anyway, saw the surgeon for a whole 5 mins, paid $28 for it and I am now gonna have my wisdom teeth out sometime late in march. Glad to finally have it set to get over and done with at a very subsidised rate. :)

Afterwards went to 313's Shunji Matsuo to get my hair done. Cut and coloured by their international creative director for just about $200 even and I'm pretty damn happy with the results.

I know the title says Friday but I'm just gonna tumble about yesterday (sat) in this edit update as well:

'twas probably one of the busiest and most tiring shifts I have worked. 40 covers for dinner (where I ran food) which went pretty decently, followed by a birthday celebration beginning from 10-ish and lasted all the way till 3 in the morning. There were A LOT of indians, drunkedness, dancing, eating, snobbery and general belligerence. Also a good number of broken glass including one of the baubles overhead which the host was charged $2K for. Us staff basically stole a ton of food and nibbled to stave off hunger pangs all whilst avoiding guests and Emmanuel. The highlight of snacking for me yesterday night was when Steph and I went into the pdr to eat the leftover beef sandwiches, where we basically stuff our mouths with food and then realised Emmanuel was nearby outside and freaked out - Steph more so than I did. The whole thing basically went down like this:

Steph: OMG, hide the plates.

*hides plates near the sofa*

Steph: okay, let's crawl to the other side and exit there!

*we crawl*

Steph: omg, the door can't open.

*I try the door and realise it opens inwards but is blocked by a table near it. I inform Steph of this*

Steph: okay okay, let's crawl back.

*we crawl back and Steph opens the door to check*

Steph: omg, he's still there!

*I open the door to check and see that the coast is clear and we get out* 

Pretty damn LOL the way Steph totally panicked. When I went back for the plates in the pdr later, I couldn't find them in the sofa at first and realised she had hidden them under the pillows!

Still, 'twas a pretty interesting night. The host ended up with a $14K tab.

Today, eh technically yesterday was Sunday and I stayed home and baked brownies and they turned out delicious.

I have work tomorrow, so ta.

Oh, I also got the lead role in this poly horror short film project. It's a 4-day overnight shoot with a predictable script and weak dialogue. Still, it's a good opportunity to see how things get done.

Let me begin by saying: STOP FUCKING DOING THAT, RETAIL EMPLOYEES.

It’s truly one of, if not the most immoral and unethical tactic in customer retail. You are essentially pressuring and guilt-tripping your potential customer into consuming whatever product you are trying to sell. Speaking as a customer, it not only makes me feel bad afterwards, but more importantly, leaves a bad taste in my mouth about your shop.

I only say this because I’ve been suay enough to experience hard-selling TWICE in one day.

The first was when I was redeeming my free facial at the Marine Parade branch of Sophia Brow House where I did my brows (post regarding the experience soon after I get them retouched). The lady doing my facial first recommended that I purchase an essence to apply on my face to get a better result. When she quoted that it was a motherfucking $48, I rejected her, only for her to offer me another oil priced at $28. At this point she was halfway through my facial and after having factored in the fact that she was cheena (yes, I’m drawing conclusions based on stereotypes and assumptions - so sue me) and the reviews I’d read about bad customer service when the customer rejects a hard sell, I agreed to purchase the $28 TEA TREE OIL (only a couple drops and ridiculously overpriced at $28) in hopes that she wouldn’t fuck up the rest of my facial. Thereafter as the facial was coming to an end, she started going on about their facial package which was $880 for 10 sessions. Seriously? That’s $88 a session and I know places that offer the same, if not better quality services for much cheaper. I rejected her, saying that I didn’t have the money for it (which was true) and that I would reconsider when I came back for my touch-up. She then told me I could pay a $100 deposit first.

… 😓

Did I mention all the guilt-triply comments she made about how my face had a ton of problem areas and that I should take care of my face etc etc etc?

In the end, I think she finally got the hint that there was no way I had the money to pay for the package and I left the place with $28 less in my wallet and a horrible impression of the shop.

That was sadly not the end of my hard-selling experience for the day though.

As I was heading to 研水社 to buy milk tea, I gave in and took the free samples of moisturizer a lady from minus 417 was handing out. Immediately after, she told me to open my palm and proceeded to pour a heaping teaspoon of sea salt in my hands. I gotta admit, it’s pretty clever: harangue a potential customer such that they’re so in shock they just comply with whatever you ask. I was then dragged into their shop where I was explained the benefits of sea salt how I should take care of my skin etc and also, showered with one too many compliments that just made my eyes roll. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure the product works great and I am genuinely interested in getting it, but as you would have know, I didn’t have enough money. I tried to tell her I would come back in the evening to buy it and she proceeded to scrunch her face up and tell me that the offer was for (surprise, surprise) TODAY only. What utter bullshit. Her manager then stepped in and proceeded to give me a 20 minute lecture of basically the same thing, but more informative and also more guilt-tripping. When after nearly 30 minutes in their shop, it became clear that I was unable to afford anything (“oh it’s okay, we accept cards”) they let me walk out on the promise that I would bring my mother back in the evening to buy their products (which I ended up not doing, but not purposefully).

Suffice to say it’s been awhile since I’ve started working. If you actually follow what I tumble, you would have read me moaning and being depressed about my first couple of shifts there and then starting to get used to things and feeling just a tad better.

Today’s lunch shift was interesting, not only because there were 11 covers compared to the 0 for dinner, but also what happened during service.

I think by now, it’d be safe to say that Chef Mark is a bitch … Much like Chef Ivan, though the latter has an unparalleled wit and sarcasm that is unmatched by anyone in the kitchen. The 3 pax table totally decided to ignore our sharing concept and went ahead and ordered dishes individually without informing Logan, who took the order. It was only when we served the pork belly that we realised they were eating individual portions. When I went back to the kitchen to tell Chef Mark to rush the wagyu (the remaining main that had yet to go out) and explained the situation, you could literally see the anger stewing in his head at not being informed of this. See, the problem with out talented chefs is that they are so self-righteous in regards to their position in the restaurant. I find it’s nearly the same problem with any teacher-student scenario, really. The point is not to overwhelm yourself with anger at the shortcomings or mistakes of your underlings but to correct them appropriately. It is good to note that we return to safe havens instead of turbulent environments.

Anyway, that’s it really. Just wanted to rant about our chefs being prissy bitches sometimes. JUST BE MORE UNDERSTANDING, GUYS.

Still, today’s lunch shift couldn’t be lovelier cause I got to work with my two favourite boys Matt and Logan. 😊 Matt still seemed disappointed when I answered that I wasn’t working full shift today. I’m thanking my lucky stars that my scheduling hitherto has been so wonderful in terms of the people I’m put together with. I’ve actually gone an entire week without working with Julius, or Bar Mark for that matter. Not to say they are unpleasant people, but they just rub me the wrong way a little.

Finished cleaning and resetting the tables and got out of the restaurant by 3.12. Took such a detour getting to Hougang Polyclinic for my 3.40 appointment which I obviously did not make on time, but thankfully the receptionist still let me register. I’ve been sitting here for … almost 40 minutes now. Oh, the things we do for subsidies.

Will update with my dental consultation later!