*348 - only you

Yawn. Was supposed to work until 11 last night, but ended up staying till 2.30 because of the insane crowd. Long weekend because of Good Friday, I suppose. Had a number of impatient customers who complained so much in such a typically Singaporean way, that I felt like informing them that we had one poor barista churning out drinks for tables of customers who had arrived way before them (for example one table of 20 people, almost all of whom ordered drinks) and we were already being remarkably fast (thanks to Mr Boss who popped down to help the barista) and so I'm really sorry that you've had to wait more than 15 minutes and perhaps you would be so kind to excuse me to serve the rest of the 1097651 customers instead of calling me over to complain for the fifth time thank you very much.

But of course I didn't.

Tried my best to serve them promptly with my most winning smile because nasty as they were I never want people to leave with a bad impression, but they were pretty rude to me as they left in the end.

Oh well.

Now I appreciate waiters & waitresses a lot more, and I leave tips everywhere I go, because oftentimes you don't realise it but great service experiences don't depend solely on the quality of the product but also how much effort goes into making you smile.

Anyway.

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Woke up 4 hours later to go to school to dance, which was really quite productive although hardly anyone was there, and we really should have taken before and after videos of the dancing because the boys made extraordinary improvement over those few hours and I'm quite delighted. Thumbs up to Bryan and Desmond! (: And Cat for alllll the help, and for Taylor the latte boy! (: (: (:

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It broke my heart, really, to hear you say "I guess we won't be talking for a while now". Almost every single time I talk to you, I end up bawling, because to put it simply, I miss you, and only you can truly understand the reason why I'm doing things the way I am, and why we have to be "just friends", and now, why we have to stop talking at least until we can talk again as "just friends", and only you can truly understand all that without judgement or blame, and only you can forgive me for all the unforgiveable things I did to you.

What a strange convoluted situation.

Nothing's quite right about it.

But time heals, God heals, and one day my pillows won't be wet and salty anymore. After all, You make everything good, everything beautiful, You make me see the only thing that's true, it's You. To jump onto the words of one of the songs from little Evelyn's dance. (: Angelic song with angelic steps! Love it.

Anyway, it's easy to get through life and all the down moments, when you know that everything will be okay in the end because He makes everything good. (:

Let go, let God.

Yeah.

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I perfected my apple streusel muffins and I do think they were quite glorious this time round, with their sweet streusel tops and chunky apple & reduced sugar insides. Except that they're only good to eat freshly baked, because the streusel becomes moist the next day thanks to the darned Singapore humidity.


On the receiving end of my bakies (:

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And by the way, if anyone knows anyone who is enrolling in Cornell University this fall, please let me know, even if it's obvious that I wouldn't know that somebody. Thank you so much!