happy hour~

im tired.... work's been a bitch.. started at 10am & ended in the evening... being a waiter is cool n all, but i feel as though im not really doing something im good at...

being in the F&B line is really strict, customers have expectations and everyone wants to be pleased~ im such a laidback person, i dont see wad the importance of having such high standards is for, i mean, its difficult for me to treat a V.I.P with any more recognition then the next joe...

i hate discrimination in any form be it race, religion, or in this case, ur finanical status.... doesnt mean ur a rich-ass means ur the boss of me... but everyone around here seems to think so... n that bothers me~

i spend more time talkin with customers than i do serving food... n some of them are cool~ im pretty random, many of u know that, so i can start a conversation really well sometimes.. n i enjoy it, no one really takes the time to talk to u when ur having a meal... its always just business, u come in, u eat, u leave~

wad ever happened to having 3 hour lunches where everyone at the table just talked n shit~ i luv that.... lunch used to be sacred, now its just a proceedure... well fuck that~

had dinner at huda's place... her grandma cooks the best malay food in the world :) we talked n chilled... it was lovely~
i could see ourselves doing the same thing in 30 years, just sitting down having dinner, talkin about stuff... lovely : )

this is, happy hour for me... the time after something bad's happened ( dropping out from sch, bad job... ) just before something good (new beginnings, better life..)

i know things are goin to be fine, i know they dont seem to be fine now, but things have a way of working themselves out given the approriate time.... that we should stop n smell the friggin roses once in awhile for christ sake~

probably meeting the guys tomoro for dinner at ct hall after work....
we'd all be dressed up in our formal wear, it'd be cool.. like business men off to get a drink at a bar after work~

right, tired...
ciao~