Fate Smiles Upon The Unsuspecting

i've been promoted. pro-fucking-moted. i just found out today that if ur a runner here u get 5.50/hr, if ur working at an usher it's 6, cashier u get 6 too! BUT IF UR A ROOM MANAGER and above, u get a ultra, mega, shagedallically cool 7 big fucking ones! and lo and behold, ur now talking to a ROOM MANAGER! yeap! got that right. miss the 1st day of work and wat do u get? A MAJOR BLOODY PROMOTION. YEAH BABY! 7 BIG ONES!

i've been smirking and grinning so hard to myself i disgust myself. unbelievable but it's true. when pps found out i was a floor manager she nearly choked to death on the star bucks coffee she extorted from me. it splattered all over the poor gal's clothes, but she had a jacket so it wasnt that bad. and no i dun feel bad at all. serves her right for laughing at me the night before. i showed her. showed her big time.

met heng sui early in the morning, 1st thing he said," boy, those gals sure look hot man. damn shit! too bad they're ushers or time keepers." (of course this was said in chinese and i'm too fucking lazy to change it to chinese, in case u dun know when someone speaks to me in chinese it's automatically changed to english and i have no desire what so ever to change it back to chinese.) and where are the ushers and time keepers u might ask? i bet u already know the answer.

IN THE ROOMS OF COURSE!

and where is da king??

IN THE ROOM OF COURSE.

and who is in charge of the room?

THE ROOM MANAGER OF COURSE!

and who's in charge of the people working IN the room?

WHY IT'S THE GOD DAMN BLOODY FUCKING ROOM MANAGER!!!

i amaze myself sometimes, actually it's all the time. i was so scared i wld be fired (refer to yesterday's post.) BUT not! god had a plan. a great one i must say. simply fantastic.

there's this usher working in my room, really slim, has a body that looks like kate (the one in lost and i must stress that any skinny gal has a body that looks' like kate. quite hot u must be thinking) but a face... OH MY BLOODY FLAMING BALLS... it's like a wild boar... WITH THE FACIAL HAIR. and her hairy arms... DEAR FATHER IN HEAVEN...

looking at the stat counter that i've installed on this blog i do feel a bit flattered. i mean come on, if u happen to be the 100th person drop me a msg and i'll give u a real nice treat. that's if ur a gal of course. boys are not applicable. the magic 100. what's so special about...? find the 102th person drop me a msg (again only females apply). and if u happen to be the number 96 or less or slighty more. PLEASE DO NOT REFRESH REPEATEDLY JUST TO BE THE NUMBER 102.... i believe that integrity is alive but not doing too well. and i firmly believe that chiverly is dead and buried. in fact it's so dead i cant even spell it properly. who holds the door for a gal now a days...? yeah i do it, ONLY if her hands are full or i have a hidden agenda and PEOPLE HAVE HIDDEN agendas...

back to my point. i dun feel at ease writing pouring out my thoughts here anymore. it's like stripping naked and then dancing around just to grab people's attention. in fact, the more i write here the more i feel the pressure to keep this place interesting, to keep people comin back for more to see the stat counter increase? okay the last point in moot but the rest isnt. i cant help but feel judged when people read my blog. it's unavoidable i know and that's exactly the thing holding me back from speaking my mind. if u think i'm frank i'm not.

i'm adrian.

and i must say again, as much as this blog is a part of me.

adrian is not part of the blog.

for pple like sui heng let me say it in lay man terms. ur hand is part of u BUT u are not part of ur hand... do u understand or am i playing piano to a cow? and dun tell me horse horse tiger tiger before i rip ur bloody balls out and stuff them up ur sorry pee hole.

some say they write to change the world.

others write for them selves.

while others write for the sake of others.

someone said he writes for truth.

dun waste ur time.

writing to please ur self is akin to masturbation.

writing to please others is prostitution.

i cannot bring myself to do the last. not yet at least.