a day at old folks home

went to visit my granduncle at the home today.
well,the emotional whirlpool i experienced there cant be phrased in words.

watching the elderlys sitting there in their wheelchairs,all alone,staring blankly into space.i cant help but to fore guess my fate when i get old.
most have sight,hearing and/or vocal impairs plus a mixture of other illnesses,including the lost of limbs etc.communication is a undeniable problem.to them,they live to be alive,instead of being alive to live.

smiles lack from their faces.wrinkles lined on their pale faces and etched from the sides of their lips.it's obvious taht age had long started it's tireless attacks on their skin.emotions void from most of their faces.

i could not help to imagine that since they're devoid of physical actions cause of restrains in their bodies,there are lesser imputs of memories.thus,could flashes of old memories be continuously replayed in their minds( to passs time and so as to not forget about the pass)?although there's no lack of fond memories but smiles still lack from their faces as they had learn to treasure every single happiness,to feel them instead of letting them show and seeping from them.for sad and despair memories,they rather let it out,thus resulting in frequent pained expressions on their face?

how about my feelings when i visited the old folks' home?
what could i say?
i feel like crying.
in this big world,i seem so small.
i dunno..
what if i leave this world without achieving anything?
without achieving any purposes which i meant to achieve?
without making this world a better place?

why do i even exists anyway?

a 'all-so-refreshing' experience at old cammando camp

"meet at khatib control station at 3.30pm.do not be late.the bus dun wait" -- 1st of dec

a message my cousin sent me.
ya.i worked as a part-time project-based waitress for various kinds of function.versatile right?lol.
this job is recommended by my cousin.
i asked a few friends whom i remembered previously urged me to keep a lookout for jobs for them.in the end,only two went.

well,it was quite interesting.an exhilerating day?
we'll suspose to work for 4-10pm,but well,normal dinner only starts at 7pm.so we end up rotting there for 3hrs or so?geez..
and the venus is changi for goodness sake.why do we have to travel to ulu pandan khatib?
but it does not matter to me as much as it irritates wenkee,cause for me,it's 45cent for pasir ris and khatib nevertheless.ha ha.can read books to kill boredom.My 'intro to emotion' oxford book will work just well.

now now,there's lotsa parts to this job -- the pissed-off part,funny part,sweet part,scary part,feel cheated part,n realisation...

okok.i know that me and 'xiaohei' is lucky enough to get the job of refilling the drinks,while others have to serve the dishes,but bearing the responsibility of serving the drinks of 1000+ ppl and ensuring that they're blotted with liquors(yucks..liver cancer sia) is damm ARGH!!!do you all believe that new-comers will be bullied?Nahh,dun believe it.do you believe me?DUN EVER.grr...we got blamed for totally every thing.firstly,we are pushed around "aaa...gals,go serve tt table,they no drinks(my inner tots:"SIAO AH.DUNNO HOW TO SERVE THEM URSELF ISIT?!?!**%%&&*^%$#$#$#$" haha)" and so on and so fro.some of the others gal so slack,walk round and roundthe outside of the function hall.are they gonna serve the ghosts floating around there?get their butts in and help la!
then one incident broke the last straw on the camel back.we(me n hei) stood around the table,scanning for people who want their cups refilled,then the manager came storming to us like a hagged bitch.Screaming "cant u see the rest of the waiters are all gone,why you all still stand here" [ah-bish,how we noe?there's no one to inform us.isnt it obvious that the two young and innocent gals u're barking at atr newbies?]but well,just when she hurried us to get our dinner and gobble dem up,a man(some commando i tink) roared at a auntie waitress and scolded her for not serving the VIP table and guess what's next?she point her finger at us!what ever la.everything's our fault(VIP table is not my responsibilty dude!).so we deserted the mee in front of us and went to serve.one of the old indian man so fickle.what a cup of beer and a cup of lukewarm water.den scold us for being slow(heck la,the pantry table is like hell dist away.den he scolded us for putting ice in the beer ,asked who taught us de?how w enoe what this old man want lor)

worst still,i was even chided(ok,mayb the word is too serious)for speaking in english.nahh,tt's the gd part actually.i asked a felllow waiter for plastic cups for the ah bing ge(anw,this function is the commando anniversary so all the people present are armies of sort)then he asked if i know chinese.which is like duhh!(ppl cds de lehh..haha)following was "aiyo,know chi speak chi la,ur english so cheem"..erm...the only thing i said to him b4 tt is "may i know if you know where's the plastic cups are?".haha.but i slowly realised tt he's a super duper nice guys,in a world full of jerks.lol).naval-based scondary,sec4..hmm..but why his hair so long?whatever.as the nicest guy in that place,he deserved the right for watever hairstyle he wants.lol.oh..and he's the sweet part.he scooped ice for us,unlike the other waiters who only know the tacts of cuttin our q.lotsa other examples la.he gave me an impression of those very rare nice guys.ha ha.he does resembled one of my friend,who's a gal,though.

the funny part i was asked by a table to sit down and eat wif then.-_-lll the ladies(female armies,cool sia) and men are extremly friendly.

i'll juz skim thru the scary part

a guy was weird.he asked me to like find his missing wine??diaoz..he says he places it at the empty table beside and it went missing.excuse me sir,i'm not a detective.

den there's another guy who approached me to tell me tt his friend wanna noe me.the first thing i did was to run to wenkee side.lol.
nxt,the guy,who 'lost' his wine,asked for my number when the event was ending.actually it's his friend that's beside him whom helped him asked.disgust filled me!"i'm only sixteen" was all i said b4 storming off.
then another guy came to me after that to tell me his friend wanna noe me(not again?),i gave a no way kinda look and he reacted by saying hurried "not me,not me,my fren la.he'll come later." yucks.i tried hiding upon that. some ns guys are so so despo.moreover,they drinked and smoke.a no-no.

it's not only the army men.the restuarant people are weirdos too.me n hei are susposed to help serve the desert so the whole thing can end quicker.it was then when a waiter(the in-charge) told me to go over the table where the men are,saying tt they're looking for me.seeing tt the guys are holding camera,hei stopped me.i tried ignoring at first,then resort to saying tt i'm busy.eeuuks..whatevr it takes to escape.the men then start signalling that they want my no.lucky it's serving time soon,so wheeezezz i went..haha

okok..enough of the nightmarees part.next time,i'll say that i'm les to perverts like them.ha ha.

anw.the people working them haf weird nickname.for ex,one guy is chocolate.ha ha.yummy..slurps.

well,i really agree with my mum tt studying is for my own sake.i dun wanna be trapped in this kinda job.hafta use bare hand to clear the leftovers..

all are not bad after all.minusing the shock and scolding.there're good happenings that night.i met the nice guy,i got extra cash in my pocket(altough it's not a lot but at least i could get x'mas presents for my family and fren aft a few more projects.how about a nice pocket namecard holder for my messsy dad?..hmm...)

conclusion: -most NS men drink a lot(alot,alot,alot) as in beer.
-there's still nice guys living in this world.
-some men are really despo,esp NS men.
-you can learn a lot frm working(even part time)

see the world in a new light.experince it in a differennt way.


我要做一个女强人！！！~~