11 February, 2007

*306 - looks like morning in your eyes

I think that's about all the emo-ness my blog can take for now. On to happier things, because I am happy. It's all about being liberated, being free to do I want, having the time to meet up with whoever I wish to meet. I always believe that God is guiding all my actions and if the 2 of us were meant to be together, He'll bring us back together again, and if the 2 of us weren't, He'll bless us with the right person at the right time.

Some people may scoff, but I believe "The One" exists. Because my God provides and He will give me the perfect partner one day. It might take me a few more tries before I get the right man, who knows, but there will always be something precious to take away from each relationship. I have full faith in my Daddy in heaven (:

So darlings I'm fine. Thank you so much, for the comfort in the form of SMSes, emails, phonecalls and conversations, meetups, or sweet little notes on my tagboard. I don't know if I managed to reply to every single SMS or email but please know that I treasure all of you a lot. Thanks, friends.

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It's moments like these that keep me going on tiring nights at work.

Being invited to take a photo with a birthday boy (nope, I had never met him before).
Being flirted at by the guys (and once, a group of giggly girls).
Even being mock-flirted at and asked for my number by a guy who already has my number hahaha, you know who you are :P
Meeting friends by surprise and giving them discounts.
Learning to recognise one or two of the regular customers who now say 'hello' to me.
Making friends on the job.
Serving a dessert I just prepared and hearing the customers squeal over how pretty it is.
Getting tips hahaha. (Not so much for the money because a couple of dollars is nothing much really, but more about the fact that I just made someone happy enough to leave a tip.)
Looking at the comments cards and seeing ticks in the 'excellent' column for 'service'.
Being patted on the shoulder and earnestly thanked for my service.

I suppose that's the joy of being in the service industry. From experience, reeeeally nasty service can piss me off for hours (and once or twice it's been so bad that I've actually written in to the companies to complain). But it's actually not that difficult to make someone's day, if you just try a little harder. (:

Plus, I really really love making all the pretty desserts (except for the poached pears which never turn out too awesome) and I can't wait to learn to make drinks.

There are some minuses to the job but overall, it's been an eyeopener, I'm finally stepping out of my little Rafflesian bubble and meeting all sorts of wonderful people, every day is different and exciting, I've spoken more (broken) Mandarin than I have in the past few years, and I'm developing arm muscles. Gotta love it. ;) Hahaha.

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And today was a good day because for the first time in 3 or 4 days, I finally got to see and talk to Mummy for more than 30 seconds. (:

And I get to dance later, albeit by myself because Maddy's ill, but it's still dancing! Plus, it's my one and only form of exercise nowadays. I can't remember when I last swam or went for a jog. Oh Evelyn, you pig, and you still dare to complain that you're growing fat and ugly!