2009 is just a few days away.

"time flies, eh?"
i was thinking exactly the same thing this time round in 2007.

it scares me in a complicated, nonsensical sort of way because sometimes growing up and learning to become totally independent just seems impossibly hard. well, for me, that is. on the other hand, another part of me is longing to get out the house, find a job i love, travel the world, start a family, triumph in the face of adversity etc., in no particular order(except for the first one).

i have so many things i want to do. so much that i actually think one lifetime will never ever be enough. for something that has totally zero relevance to what i'm blogging about right now, i am very disappointed that i am not living in the future where humans can sustain themselves on mars and artificial intelligence is mankind's number 1 enemy. hehe. ahem, like i was saying: i have so so SO many things i want to do.

i cant think of anything right now, which is funny... hmmm.

i want to... urm, i want to...

hey! want another dose of irrelevance? i have lost track of what day of the week it is. stupid work. every day off for me is somehow automatically a sunday. my day off was on christmas, which was a thursday, which i thought was a sunday. yay~

oh.

i want to:

i know i've got lots more i want to do, but i really cant think of any more right now. it's always like that, isnt it? haha. of course, i'm not saying these are my new year resolutions. i personally dont think i need them. really, what's the use? i know i'm not going to achieve every single one of them.

learn french? hah.
become the next roger federer? i must be dreaming.
cooking like jamie oliver, or even my grandma? you're joking.

but i guess everything has to start somewhere and take time to build up. just like how it takes time to hone your typing skills. or how it takes years to finally save up enough money to be a space tourist. or... whatever, you get the point.

anyway, if i dont have the time to blog on new year's eve or even on new year's day(i'll be working, duh), i want to wish all you guys and girls:

ahhh... the perfect representation of the spirit of christmas, don't you think?

well then,
this can only mean one thing: i've been a really really bad boy this year.

Q: oh mr santa, was i really that bad?
A: HO-HO-HO-DUH.

i see.

*dot dot dot*

editor's note to self: "i really cant see where this entry is going. the blogger seems to have lost his source of inspiration."

blogger's note to the editor: "i can read what you're writing!"




okay... i have seriously run out of ideas.
LAME!
i guess this is what happens when i work. i find it hard to strike a balance sometimes.
...what the hell am i talking about?! it's just like going to school! i spend 8 hours there just like how i spent 8 hours studying in school most of the week!
i admit i'm talking bullshit.
it's scary because my dreams almost every night would always have something to do with coffee bean. one night i'm dreaming about how i screwed up a customer's order, then the next night i'll be dreaming about how i lost my finger in the espresso bean grinder.
*shudders*
hmmm... so should i resign?
NOWAYJOSE!
i'll be spending my monay monay monay on rayban wayfarers, chocolate sundaes and SHOES.

oh-why-dont-you-just-shut-the-brokeback-mountain-up.



dark roast, cafe latte, mocha latte, vanilla latte, white chocolate dream ice blended, chinese chicken salad, iced fruit tea, english breakfast, earl grey, tropical passion, vanilla ceylon, swedish berry, chai blend, ginseng peppermint, moroccon mint, maraschino cherries, parmesan cheese, cherry TOMATOES, hershey's chocolate syrup, cranberry scones, spicy tuna puff, blueberry meringue cheesecake, turkey ham, egg club sandwich, grease trap, par-stock, salt and pepper, butter and jam, scrambled eggs, oatmeal raisin cookies, wi-fi, tea bags, no sugar added french deluxe vanilla powder, double espresso, large ice cappucino with skim milk and two caramel shots, single macchiato, banana muffins, chicken and mushroom fusili, caesar dressing, cafe mocha in a take away cup, freshly squeezed orange juice from a carton, free refills until 11am, ashtray(btw, did you know almost all of my co-workers smoke?), christmas songs, overtime, salmon scramble, decaf please!, hi-welcome-may-i-take-your-order-thank-you-enjoy-your-freakin'-drink...

houston, we've got a problem.
what problem?
i've officially lost it.

i was working the 11am to 7pm shift, which eventually became the 11am to 11pm shift, with me working the last four hours without pay. well, i wasnt exactly working those four hours. i stayed back because they told me to! and since my co-workers are just so insane and funny, i thought, why not? we were talking like we were the only ones in the outlet, shouting here and there without even thinking about the remaining customers. crude remarks and expletives galore. we really failed to control our mouths. but hey, i didnt say any bad words! i'm a good boy. :P it was hilarious. i also had to teach the new trainee, and i kinda 'bullied' him. sorry! hahaha.

of course, days like these are rare because it's usually this crazy only when the assistant manager is with us. she's more easygoing and way less strict than the manager. it can be fun with the manager, but not on today's scale. in fact, it can get kinda scary sometimes with her. one mistake and you'd be shouted at. with bell, the asst manager, she'd normally only say "我要砍人了..." with a half-smile. (which means, literally, "i wanna hack someone to pieces already". LOL. that someone being me.)

really, the only actual reason i am still working is because of all my new friends there. i remember going to work feeling like shit sometime last week because i felt so alone. then came along a swell co-worker of mine, and things really brightened up.

but i wonder, will this new found friendship with them last when i stop working? i hope so, because they really, really know how to make me laugh...

...and i dont think you'd want to know what i had to do for a gingerbread man free of charge. lol!

just so you know, coupling the words 'smart/rich friends' with 'further studies' does not make a good combo.
okay... not the right time to be cheeky.
anyway, i thought this song best channels the emotions being felt during such circumstances.
and to those who aren't leaving so soon yet, thank you for being my source of consolation.

gawd, i make myself feel like crying... if that makes sense. lol/sobs

i am extremely disgusted by flies the size of miniature poodles. i may have exaggerated just a bit, but really, huge flies scare me.

they give me the friggin shudders.

well, a huge gigantic ugly bastard fly landed on my computer monitor a few minutes ago and made me, urm... made me explode. i wanted to put 'scream', but it wasnt really a scream. more like a shriek. yea, the sight of it made me SHRIEK. ever hear a boy shriek before? lol

i got out of my chair and ran away. well, i came back seconds later. then it landed on the fan remote control. i freaked out and shooed it away. it flew off into the distance and like those kamikaze jet fighters, hit me in the back of my head. i didnt really have the time to think about it, but i guess that during the entire horrifying episode, i was...

IT'S BACK!!!! AHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOO! OH MY GAAAWDD!

...okay, now i really wonder if there's something dead up here.

now whenever i feel like something's crawling on my skin, i shout and start slapping myself on that particular part of my body. stupid mutant fly. it's hiding somewhere around here. just go away, dammit!

it all started from that one time when i swat dead a huge fly and worms started squirming out of it's squashed carcass. eww.

*intermission; please excuse me while i shout and run out of the room because of a DAMNED fly*

right. i just had to sneak into my very own room. i know that it is somewhere, plotting its next move on me, the victim. i hate being the victim. stupid species of huge ugly flies. JUST GO EXTINCT WON'T YOU!

just thinking about the look of them kills me. now i'm thinking about them in a huge swarm, coming towards me. *pees in pants*

my computer room used to be my sancutary. after this incident, i dont feel safe here anymore. (melodramatic, amn't i?)

oh no... now you all know my phobia.


great job, gerald. great job. *self-pat on back*