Graveyard galore

Ok, last nite i just did my first graveyard in the new store.. Oya, if I havn't mentioned yet, the Starbucks at Terminal 2 shifted from one end to the other end at the airport.. Now it's near the Mc Donald's just a floor above.. And if you dunno yet, graveyard shift starts at 11pm and ends at 8am the next day..

Tonight I'll be doing another graveyard and tomorrow nite as well..

And shytes, the crowd on this side of the airport never stops.. Usually at graveyard, we barely get any customers and I could relax at least for about 2 hours, but now, NO! Fuck laa..

As a customer, I really love the new store.. But as a partner, hell no.. I do not enjoy working there.. Maybe I need some getting- used- to....

Oya, interesting thing.. Mirza, ex- schoolmate from TPJC gave one of his NS friends, Aidil, my number without telling me!! He'd better watch out when he lands his arse back home.. How dare him?? Bloody arse... Now this Aidil is texting me senseless even during graveyard.. aargh..

And yeah, I just watched Oprah on channel 5 about pathological liars.. It showcased this lady who lied about EVERYTHING and felt almost too normal to lie.. She lies to get attention and sympathy, or just to show that she's different and unique.. So I believe same goes to ahem.. The therapist on the show said, it's all about self- hatred.. If you learn to love YOURSELF, you'll finally feel for others and feel the same pain and effort they took to love YOU.. If you feel the need to be loved all the time , it's like as tho' you feel no one is loving you, including yourself.. Now THAT'S TRUE LOVE!

So people, learn to love yourself.. Take care of your mind, body and soul.. Get enough sleep, eat right, exercise, have faith and love and care for the people around you.. (Yati, tell yourself that!)

Awallah Dondang is this Saturday and we're NOT READY!! AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGHH!!!! We're soooo DEAD! D-E-A-D!

JC all over again..

I just feel soo.. I dunno... what's the word... hmmm...

dirty.

Like too many things cluttered in my head.. Too many people.. Too much to do, too lil' space.. My face feels extremely oily and I've been sweating alot past few days cos I was busy... Weather didn't help much, but contributed to migrains.. Work, Awallah Dondang, photography, weddings, repainting my room, admin stuff to transfer course, etc..

All mashed in one big goo: my brain.. Yeap.. DIRTY is the word..

Oya, I've found one of the main reasons behind migrains: extreme change in weather..

Land of 1000 smiles.. aaahh.. My only true escape.. Wish I could run forever.. Heard it's 400 baht per night to overstay.. who the fuck cares??

Not forgetting I havn't done anything good past few days.. No charity work, barely any praying and constantly pinching my pimples.. Aaargh.. But hey, I spent more time with mama and baba.. Like see them once in 2 days.. Which is probably still quite a sin to many of you girls here..

I rarely ever get to spend quality time with friends 'cos all of times they were cut short, since I have to run elsewhere.. Except for the visit to the hospital.. where the patient's parents were gossiping to me about him right under his nose.. That nite too I had other plans following..

I want to die.. No.. I wanna run.. No.. I wanna take a plane.. Back to Thai.. Haha..

Been a long time since life got so stressful.. A sign sch's gonna reopen.. And I'll hate it..

Oya.. Awallah Dondang.. From floor manager cum poster, tags, tee and pamphlet designer.. AKA.. Floor manager cum Publicity... I hate them for doing this to me.. For making me so interested.. And in all that enthusiam, die overworked.. Hahaha.. It's just like Manifest, but not that extreme that I had to perform and be in charge of costumes..

Explains my grades.. Ahem... Ahem ahem... heh..

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Just felt like blogging.. Too many things on my mind.. Think blogging about unimportant, random things on my mind helps me run away from it all..

Have you ever come across a stranger who managed to change you in less than 5 minutes?

I did..

Last nite's graveyard shift with Lisa introduced me to 3 very interesting people..

First, it was that new crazy resident evil who cannot stop talking.. I believe he was once a stand up comedian cos he was imitating all sorts of people and critisizing everything.. Gone crazy and expects everything to be free.. His loneliness (and the overdose of cynicism) probably drove him to the airport for us, fellow graveyard-ers, to serve free tapwater..

Then it was a British old guy who's energy makes me wanna jump at the very moment I said Hi to him.. His excitement and enthusiam radiates thru his order of a tall soy milk no whip cocoa.. I bet if i touch him, I'll get electrocuted... bzz!

Lastly, it was that stranger.. That old malay lady who works as a cleaner at the airport.. I saw her last graveyard on Monday and wondered if I'll turn out to be like her.. Osteoporosis made her a frail hunch and she stands only up to my chest.. She should be at least 70.. I was about to end my shift and was on my way to Basement level to throw trash.. Met her in front of the lift...

My curiousity was such an itchy scratchy bastard who can't wait to finally get to talk to this lady I've been observing..

"Slamat pagi, kak. Kak baru start keje ke?"
Morning there. Just started work?

"Ooo.. Panggillah nenek. Nek nak buang sampah dulu. Nanti berat trolley ni."
Call me grandmother (Cos I called her Kak earlier which means sis). I want to throw trash. Otherwise this trolley will be too heavy.

True enough, I looked at her huge trolley. It was weird cos here I am, the bigger one with the small trolley of trash, and she with this ma-fuckin' huge trolley with a mop, a broom, a vacuum, stacks and stacks of cardboard and a bag of trash on it..

So I slowed my pace to hers and talked to her.. As I did, I saw an amazing radiance shining through this lady's face.. Her wrinkles, her strong, bony grip pushing that trolley and her deep, trembling voice shows so much about her experiences.. The hard life she went thru' and still living.. Found out she lives in Tampines, is living with her daughter and will end her shift at noon..

Then we got to this hump when all her stuff fell off her trolley, and so I was picking them up for her.. Sympathy got to me as I picked up the vacuum 'cos it was pretty darn heavy.. She thanked me and that was the point I realise how complacent I've been.. What ungrateful bitch I am.. How I should stop complaining and grab every once-in-a-lifetime-moment I have left..

I mean this lady, despite her age and condition, is still working that hard to earn a living.. Life probably has been a bitch to her all her life, but she whacked it back hard with a broomstick.. Literally (as a cleaner) and figuratively..

I left her at the lift with a heavy heart.. Wishing I could do something to help other than throwing her trash for her..

Life's bloom and gloom walks hand in hand.. The very fact that this lady has incredibly strong willpower to live despite the frictionful life she's living is the very proof.. That's the beauty and tragedy of life.. Everything is beautiful and ugly all at the same time..

I wish I remembered every moment of it.. All of my firsts and all of my despair.. I wished I remembered every single person I met and talked to.. Even if they just ordered a $2 cup of coffee, even if they were just mats making cat calls to me, or even if they were just passing customers at my mom's shop.. It's all because EVERYTHING happens ONCE..

That stranger's smile, the heat of that kiss on that rainy night, the satisfying sensation of that first bar of chocolate..

How I wished I captured it all.. Even if all the others forgot about them..

Think I'm missing photography all over again... Gotta call Salleha soon..