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My daddy is so cute!

He just popped into Joel’s room where I’m using the computer.

“Here, some guidance for you.” He hands me a little box.

Perplexed, I open the box, take out a little plastic wrapped black thing, and remove the plastic cover. I turn the black thing around in my hands.

“What is it?” I manage to get the black thing open.

It’s a compass.

“Do you know how to use a compass?” Daddy asks.

“Er, not really. I know the needle points north.”

He runs off excitedly to get a map and then kneels next to the bed as he patiently takes me through how to align compass north with the map’s north, then get bearings and align compass north with real north to find out which direction I should walk in. I don’t get it. He repeats it twice before I understand the logic behind it all.

“Now you’ll never get lost!” Daddy says proudly.

“Yay! I have a compass!” I reply. “But now I need a map!”

He laughs and walks out of the room.

Funny daddy.

I’m not one of your charity cases.

Don’t give me any of your damned pity.  I don’t want any of it.

Anyway, it’s nearly the end of October.  Have you come and gone without saying a word?  That’s really nice of you.

1. As I approach a customer from the back with his Cock-sucking Cowboy shot, he flings his arms out wide to welcome a friend.  He manages to hit my lip AND hit the shot out of my hand, which splashes all over the woman sitting next to him.  Over her hair.  On her face.  On her clothes.  As I stand there dumbstruck with a bleeding lip and an appropriately horrified expression on my face.  Thankfully both of them figured out it wasn’t my fault; he apologizes like mad and offers to buy me a drink.  I decline.
2. Beer Spill #1: Nat crashes into my back with a pint of Heineken.  Sigh.
3. Beer Spill #2: Mish crashes into my front with a bottle of Heineken.  Double sigh.
4. A customer gets up from his chair while I’m walking past him laden with plates and glasses and promptly knocks the plate off my hand.  The ramikin full of sausage sauce flies into the air and the sauce somehow lands on my hair and shoulder.  I end up washing the sauce out of my hair in the loo.
5. I pick up an ashtray to clear it and drop it with an oath.  The last idiot didn’t stub out his cigarette properly and left it to smoulder in the plastic ashtray, making the bottom Very Hot, and burning the shit out of the ring finger on my left hand.
6. Stupid customers piss me off when they a) demand extra drinks after the bar is closed, b) refuse to give up their chairs so that the pub can close, c) refuse to leave when the pub closes, d) demand a refund for the drink she demanded after the bar closed but which out of the niceness of our GM’s heart we gave her anyway, and e) accuse us of being racist towards them because they’re Indian.  I refrain from asking her if she wants to speak to my very Indian GM.  I also refrain from demanding they pay for the damn pint glass they dropped on the floor.  I do not refrain from hoping they never bring their sorry butts back to the pub ever again.
7. Tonight’s tips are at $42.40.  That redeemed my night. :)

I wanna be rain that tastes like wine
I wanna be good
I wanna be great
I wanna be everything except for your mistake

Let me into your view
I wanna know how you see this thing that’s us
I must keep managing my madness over you..

“I don’t want to be your mistake.” The whisper came soft and heartbreakingly low, pitched just so only he could hear it.

“You aren’t,” he vowed. “You won’t ever be.” He gathered her tighter in his arms and she laid her head on his shoulder. The fit was perfect, and she flattened her palm against his chest to feel the beat of his heart; beating, she thought with a smile, just for her.

And for the million hours that we were
well I’ll smile and remember it all
then I’ll turn and go
while your story’s completed mine is a long way from done

Well I’m on a champagne high
Where will I be when I stop wondering why
On a champagne high
I’d toast to the future but that’d be a lie
On a champagne high
So high you left me undone…

She remembered all this, half a year later. And the songs played on, and on, as loneliness churned in the pit of her stomach and her hands fisted around the hard knot of her pain.

So I wait and I wait
And I run myself in the same old circles
I sit and I stare
And I run old scenes through my tired head
Of the days that we laid by the school and said forever
Was that the best I’ll ever be

I’m drifting in this state of extreme lethargy. My back is killing me, my feet are aching, and my shoulders and neck are wound so tight I’m unconsciously tensing them up as I sit here. I’m having stomach cramps from something weird I might have eaten and the thought of working tomorrow is starting to melt my brain.

Maybe I should just take MC before I collapse into a puddle of depressed goo.

I don’t feel like going to work, but I’m going anyway.

Hurray for me.

I’m so tired :(

I already can’t wait to come back to hall and plop on my beanbag.

Enjoyed my last few moments with my cousins’ digicam today.  Sniff.  Here’s a montage of people in today’s 401 lecture!

Meedy!  Barbie!  Baoying!  Xiaobin and me!
Tiffy!  Mark!  Marcus!  Xuanwei!
Licia!  Kay Lii!  Pearly!  Yiffie!

No more camera :(

希区柯克不思议 says:
watcha doing nowww

-jadeite says:
listening to 我爱台妹
lol
把手放在空中甩
把衣服都掀起来
把奶罩都丢上来!

希区柯克不思议 says:
我的天啊

Me, I know exactly what I want for right now.

I’m just not going to ask, because it wouldn’t be right.

Yet.