Thursday, April 01, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
the usual suspects in the playlist... click on the title to jump to the song.
Lover You Should've Come Over
we'll never have another jeff buckley, will we? i'll always miss that vulnerability in his soft rock voice. that underlying sadness in each of his songs. while everyone is still in love with "Hallelujah", this ons is always mine.
Does Anyone Hear Her
how many people actually know this band? thankfully my music junkie friends have amazing taste in music. a friend sent this song to me. revisited, it is an amazing piece by casting crowns.
She is searching for a hero to ride in
To ride in and save the day
And in walks her prince charming
And he knows just what to say
Momentary lapse of reason
And she gives herself away
Try Sleeping With a Broken Heart
she sounds so unlike herself here. a little more gritty. a little more of the alicia keys in "New York". tbh, i think i prefer her like this. i do think she's been an amazing artiste all this while. i just prefer her now. this song was on repeat the whole of monday. i can't believe i'm not sick of it yet.
The Show Must Go On
Freddie, oh, Freddie. you left us too early without your talents and voice and mesmerising stage presence. the dark irony of the song is that you're still such a icon in today's entertainment world.
Wonderful
my all-time fave female entertainer today. without a doubt. influenced by freddie too. her dance hits are catchy. her sad ones are nearly dark. in the midst of mindless dance music and pop-trash, she trumps with a beautiful piece like this. and this being from the Disco Heaven album, i'm naturally thinking of him.
By the time
one of the more amazing male entertainers of today too. he's quirky and eccentric. his lyrics are endearingly childlike and cynical. my nod to him from his latest album "the boy who knew too much". not my fave song, but one of the top ones that i do like.
Could It Be Any Harder
hot singer. sexy-ass voice. points would have normally been deducted for the massive emo-ness in the song but hey, Alex Band makes all emo songs dead sexy.
massive ear worms that i'm more than happy to leave to linger.
**
on a side note, both Hilton Melbourne South Wharf and Hilton on the Park Melbourne are hiring front office staff. tempted. really. sigh.
and just before a holiday descends on me, i'm thinking of where else to travel to. sure, i hate the flying. but the getting-away-from-it-all pleases me to bits. i'll take the pain-in-the-ass for the amazing time away from familarity.
Lover You Should've Come Over
we'll never have another jeff buckley, will we? i'll always miss that vulnerability in his soft rock voice. that underlying sadness in each of his songs. while everyone is still in love with "Hallelujah", this ons is always mine.
Does Anyone Hear Her
how many people actually know this band? thankfully my music junkie friends have amazing taste in music. a friend sent this song to me. revisited, it is an amazing piece by casting crowns.
She is searching for a hero to ride in
To ride in and save the day
And in walks her prince charming
And he knows just what to say
Momentary lapse of reason
And she gives herself away
Try Sleeping With a Broken Heart
she sounds so unlike herself here. a little more gritty. a little more of the alicia keys in "New York". tbh, i think i prefer her like this. i do think she's been an amazing artiste all this while. i just prefer her now. this song was on repeat the whole of monday. i can't believe i'm not sick of it yet.
The Show Must Go On
Freddie, oh, Freddie. you left us too early without your talents and voice and mesmerising stage presence. the dark irony of the song is that you're still such a icon in today's entertainment world.
Wonderful
my all-time fave female entertainer today. without a doubt. influenced by freddie too. her dance hits are catchy. her sad ones are nearly dark. in the midst of mindless dance music and pop-trash, she trumps with a beautiful piece like this. and this being from the Disco Heaven album, i'm naturally thinking of him.
By the time
one of the more amazing male entertainers of today too. he's quirky and eccentric. his lyrics are endearingly childlike and cynical. my nod to him from his latest album "the boy who knew too much". not my fave song, but one of the top ones that i do like.
Could It Be Any Harder
hot singer. sexy-ass voice. points would have normally been deducted for the massive emo-ness in the song but hey, Alex Band makes all emo songs dead sexy.
massive ear worms that i'm more than happy to leave to linger.
**
on a side note, both Hilton Melbourne South Wharf and Hilton on the Park Melbourne are hiring front office staff. tempted. really. sigh.
and just before a holiday descends on me, i'm thinking of where else to travel to. sure, i hate the flying. but the getting-away-from-it-all pleases me to bits. i'll take the pain-in-the-ass for the amazing time away from familarity.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
i really do have amazing friends.
that even when i'm pissy from a gastric attack, they bear with my nonsense. they tolerate my mood swings. they even try to entertain me and make me laugh. and while i'm looking tired and waiting for the food to settle and quell the gnawing pain, they'll still check on me and try to distract me from the pain.
as i stare down the production line after dinner, i'm astounded. who knew i'd be blessed with such amazing work friends? and yar, i need to stop being such a bitch every time gastric hits.
on an entirely random side note. i think i'm falling sick. along with most of the production line. yippers.
that even when i'm pissy from a gastric attack, they bear with my nonsense. they tolerate my mood swings. they even try to entertain me and make me laugh. and while i'm looking tired and waiting for the food to settle and quell the gnawing pain, they'll still check on me and try to distract me from the pain.
as i stare down the production line after dinner, i'm astounded. who knew i'd be blessed with such amazing work friends? and yar, i need to stop being such a bitch every time gastric hits.
on an entirely random side note. i think i'm falling sick. along with most of the production line. yippers.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
you know something's wrong when you have your friends/sisters telling you that they are bumping into your other friends and all your other friends have to say about you is..
"yar!!! i haven't seen her in ages!!"
or the first thing your friends say during a phone conversation is
"where have you been????"
reminds me of my 2 mth hiatus from the pianobar. it's sweet when Jevon shines the flashlight in your face annoyingly as he interrogates on where you've disappeared. even sweeter when Jamie is nodding in agreement and asks to visit the rock you've been hiding under. of course i miss my boys.
back to the topic. i'm sorry. i haven't been as diligent in meeting up. feels like i'm crawling back under my rock to hide. give me 'til mid May. and i'll have all the time in the world for you guys. for about 2 week, i think.
better than nothing right?
time to take a queue number, people. or start initiating conversations on msn. i don't pay that much attention to msn 'cos of silly friends who insist on "appearing offline" and hoping that i'd msg them to see if they are there.. boo to you too.
****
side note: ODed song of the mo'. don't ask me why so sappy. i also want to know. helps that he's cute...
这世界太快
连爱都不例外
尽管我很努力想要跟上你的节拍
我慢慢明白
以为的细心等待
却根本不符合这个时代
怪自己慢了半拍
to my defence, i'm not that sloooow anymore. it's been nearly 3 years since i graduated. give me a little more credit.
ok ok. back to work. urgh.
"yar!!! i haven't seen her in ages!!"
or the first thing your friends say during a phone conversation is
"where have you been????"
reminds me of my 2 mth hiatus from the pianobar. it's sweet when Jevon shines the flashlight in your face annoyingly as he interrogates on where you've disappeared. even sweeter when Jamie is nodding in agreement and asks to visit the rock you've been hiding under. of course i miss my boys.
back to the topic. i'm sorry. i haven't been as diligent in meeting up. feels like i'm crawling back under my rock to hide. give me 'til mid May. and i'll have all the time in the world for you guys. for about 2 week, i think.
better than nothing right?
time to take a queue number, people. or start initiating conversations on msn. i don't pay that much attention to msn 'cos of silly friends who insist on "appearing offline" and hoping that i'd msg them to see if they are there.. boo to you too.
****
side note: ODed song of the mo'. don't ask me why so sappy. i also want to know. helps that he's cute...
这世界太快
连爱都不例外
尽管我很努力想要跟上你的节拍
我慢慢明白
以为的细心等待
却根本不符合这个时代
怪自己慢了半拍
to my defence, i'm not that sloooow anymore. it's been nearly 3 years since i graduated. give me a little more credit.
ok ok. back to work. urgh.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
the lunar new year descended upon us silently, more so with each year we get older. yet, the memories get more precious and funnier too. the chwee kueh versus muah chee as written in the previous post was just the tip of the iceberg.
#1 antiseptic vs blister balm
before we left the house for the day, the younger sister complained to the older sister abt scratches from the kittens while trying to get the blister balm. the older sister passed the not-so-little one antiseptic lotion. so she started applying the lotion to her ankles, still complaining abt the kittens. we stared at her.
"why are you applying the lotion to your ankles?" the older sister asked.
"to prevent the blisters????" the younger one replies. there shld never be more than 1 conversation topic ongoing in the morning. seriously.
#2 reason why cny visits are getting shorter
we sat around the sofa watching some of them rock out to band hero. the older sister turns to douglas and asks him how his visiting has been. he laments that the houses are fewer, so the money is lesser than previous years. then he sighs.
"We have less places to go now 'cos everyone is dying."
we had to make sure we weren't laughing too hard. douglas ftw.
#3 introducing the new bra padding of the year
we decided to make use of the dvd player in the car this year. but everyone was so dead tired, even me. i missed snippets of the movie playing. anyway, the older sister was the one who brought the dvd along and set it up. she dozed off shortly after that. when she awoke, i noted a plastic bag (it was holding the dvd) stuffed into her dress. i poked her.
"you're really not that flat as compared to me, you know.. and even if you were stuffing the chest, shldn't it be at the bustline and not in between the bust?"
#4 not understanding the concept of pencil line skirts
the new dress i bought isn't very good for climbing stairs and taking brisk wide steps. i sighed as i struggled to walk normally. the older sister watched the whole thing. walking from the void deck to the car after our final house of the morning, she suddenly screamed:
"last one to the car treats dinner!!!"
everyone burst into a sprint. the stupid father brisk-walked, knowing full well that he would beat me. i sighed and continued to the car OTOT. if i was treating dinner, they wld have to wait for me anyway.
#5 bfs are not waiters
the dinner treat was converted to an afternoon trip to cafe iguana. so the bfs of the sisters decide to come down and join us. it was the first time one of the bfs joined us. when he arrived, the younger sister, younger bro, father and other bf were at the pool table.
out of politeness, the later bf went up to wish the father a happy lunar new year. the father later confessed that he thought that the bf was a waiter and he was wondering why he was so nice to wish him a happy lunar new year.
******
what a year.. really what a year.
#1 antiseptic vs blister balm
before we left the house for the day, the younger sister complained to the older sister abt scratches from the kittens while trying to get the blister balm. the older sister passed the not-so-little one antiseptic lotion. so she started applying the lotion to her ankles, still complaining abt the kittens. we stared at her.
"why are you applying the lotion to your ankles?" the older sister asked.
"to prevent the blisters????" the younger one replies. there shld never be more than 1 conversation topic ongoing in the morning. seriously.
#2 reason why cny visits are getting shorter
we sat around the sofa watching some of them rock out to band hero. the older sister turns to douglas and asks him how his visiting has been. he laments that the houses are fewer, so the money is lesser than previous years. then he sighs.
"We have less places to go now 'cos everyone is dying."
we had to make sure we weren't laughing too hard. douglas ftw.
#3 introducing the new bra padding of the year
we decided to make use of the dvd player in the car this year. but everyone was so dead tired, even me. i missed snippets of the movie playing. anyway, the older sister was the one who brought the dvd along and set it up. she dozed off shortly after that. when she awoke, i noted a plastic bag (it was holding the dvd) stuffed into her dress. i poked her.
"you're really not that flat as compared to me, you know.. and even if you were stuffing the chest, shldn't it be at the bustline and not in between the bust?"
#4 not understanding the concept of pencil line skirts
the new dress i bought isn't very good for climbing stairs and taking brisk wide steps. i sighed as i struggled to walk normally. the older sister watched the whole thing. walking from the void deck to the car after our final house of the morning, she suddenly screamed:
"last one to the car treats dinner!!!"
everyone burst into a sprint. the stupid father brisk-walked, knowing full well that he would beat me. i sighed and continued to the car OTOT. if i was treating dinner, they wld have to wait for me anyway.
#5 bfs are not waiters
the dinner treat was converted to an afternoon trip to cafe iguana. so the bfs of the sisters decide to come down and join us. it was the first time one of the bfs joined us. when he arrived, the younger sister, younger bro, father and other bf were at the pool table.
out of politeness, the later bf went up to wish the father a happy lunar new year. the father later confessed that he thought that the bf was a waiter and he was wondering why he was so nice to wish him a happy lunar new year.
******
what a year.. really what a year.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
CS Lewis on Love
(edited at 10.27 pm)
Came across this in Timothy Keller's "The Reason For God". thought it was really nice.
Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possible broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your hearts to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will be unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation.
- C.S Lewis
There's really no wonder why Lewis is really one of my fave authors of all time. :)
*******
My younger brother has won the idiot of the year award. in our attempt to make muah chee, we sent him out to buy the ingredients. he bought 2 packs of flour. ingenious, you'd think, since it meant that we would have more muah chee...
what then happened was that we ended up with 3 massive chwee kueh. in my mother's frustration, we returned to the internet to look for other recipes. i popped into the kitchen, determined to make right. then i noticed...
the dumbass bought rice flour instead of glutinous rice flour as instructed.
the mother and i headed out to buy glutinous rice flour. through the entire car ride, mommy cldn't stop scolding the boy in a smatter of hokkien and teochew. she was just shy of calling him a s.k.n.
as i'm typing this, the boy is kneeling down in front of the microwave oven, at the command of the mother, to make sure that this batch is perfect.
*******
to Mr Lee Alexander McQueen, thank you for all your beautiful quirky designs. for the lovely shoes. for the gorgeous bags. for being such a joy to the fashion world.
Rest in peace, sir. you are missed.
Came across this in Timothy Keller's "The Reason For God". thought it was really nice.
Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possible broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your hearts to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will be unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation.
- C.S Lewis
There's really no wonder why Lewis is really one of my fave authors of all time. :)
*******
My younger brother has won the idiot of the year award. in our attempt to make muah chee, we sent him out to buy the ingredients. he bought 2 packs of flour. ingenious, you'd think, since it meant that we would have more muah chee...
what then happened was that we ended up with 3 massive chwee kueh. in my mother's frustration, we returned to the internet to look for other recipes. i popped into the kitchen, determined to make right. then i noticed...
the dumbass bought rice flour instead of glutinous rice flour as instructed.
the mother and i headed out to buy glutinous rice flour. through the entire car ride, mommy cldn't stop scolding the boy in a smatter of hokkien and teochew. she was just shy of calling him a s.k.n.
as i'm typing this, the boy is kneeling down in front of the microwave oven, at the command of the mother, to make sure that this batch is perfect.
*******
to Mr Lee Alexander McQueen, thank you for all your beautiful quirky designs. for the lovely shoes. for the gorgeous bags. for being such a joy to the fashion world.
Rest in peace, sir. you are missed.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
i declare 6th feb's party at J Bar to be the epic party of the year.
for now at least.
until the crazy-ass Dre-gym team throws another fun-soaked party. and by "fun-soaked", i mean one with snazzy wine, loads of chips, a good old tv showing an amazing Man Utd match (5-0, whoot!!), amazing music and just damn a lot of laughter.
and oh, as much as i love my bros for the amazing present which reminds me that they are still thinking of little 'ol me in manchester after i haven't seen them in ages, i will NOT down gin neat anymore for them. it's just gross. jx, can we return to the good 'ol days of jello shots, vodka watermelons and whatever concoction the both of us whipped up in jackson's kitchen? c'mon..... i know you miss those days.
despite all those late nights, i have to say that the new year resolution is still all good. i'm still happily sober and taking care of friends. and yes, having tonnes of fun.
and when i see new fresh faces, i wonder where that part of me disappeared too. i'm not just talking abt the very obvious fact that i'm officially pale and pasty after i've lost my tan. but just, i still feel like i haven't found myself completely.
i know what i need for that part to come back. but it's gonna take time. esp when salsa classes seem to be started later than what that has been stipulated on the website. i'm going to call people to question them again.
back to the dance floor...
back to the ivory keys...
back to the Life Fitness weights..
back to the books...
back to the drawing board...
back to the writing pad...
back to the people i love and care abt...
back to me. sigh.
for now at least.
until the crazy-ass Dre-gym team throws another fun-soaked party. and by "fun-soaked", i mean one with snazzy wine, loads of chips, a good old tv showing an amazing Man Utd match (5-0, whoot!!), amazing music and just damn a lot of laughter.
and oh, as much as i love my bros for the amazing present which reminds me that they are still thinking of little 'ol me in manchester after i haven't seen them in ages, i will NOT down gin neat anymore for them. it's just gross. jx, can we return to the good 'ol days of jello shots, vodka watermelons and whatever concoction the both of us whipped up in jackson's kitchen? c'mon..... i know you miss those days.
despite all those late nights, i have to say that the new year resolution is still all good. i'm still happily sober and taking care of friends. and yes, having tonnes of fun.
and when i see new fresh faces, i wonder where that part of me disappeared too. i'm not just talking abt the very obvious fact that i'm officially pale and pasty after i've lost my tan. but just, i still feel like i haven't found myself completely.
i know what i need for that part to come back. but it's gonna take time. esp when salsa classes seem to be started later than what that has been stipulated on the website. i'm going to call people to question them again.
back to the dance floor...
back to the ivory keys...
back to the Life Fitness weights..
back to the books...
back to the drawing board...
back to the writing pad...
back to the people i love and care abt...
back to me. sigh.
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
i don't expect people to understand. at least not the pagans. but when the equally yoked look at me with renewed interest and think i'm tough, i send them crashing back to earth by telling them that i probably struggle more than anyone else does..
"Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her, that he might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, so that he might present the church to himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish."
- Ephesians 5:25-27
it's so easy to simplify this by just saying that Christ's love for the church was sacrificial. thus, husbands are to do the same. but how oft we miss what that follows!
it's not just about making your wife aware of an "emotion".
it's not just about being able to die in the place of your wife.
it's about being the one, that through your love for the woman you make your lifelong partner, to help build up her knowledge and love for God. it's about being the one who points her to God. it's about being the one who that by doing all that, does it for the glory of God.
as i hear friends getting attached/engaged/married, i pray so earnestly that the equally yoked have found the partner who's right in the eyes of God and not the world. what are material riches compared to the spiritual blessings of God?
right now, i'll gladly remember Paul's words to the people..
"Now as a concession, not a command, I say this. I wish that all were as I myself am. But each has his own gift from God, one of one kind and one of another. To the unmarried and the widows I say that it is good for them to remain single as I am."
- 1 Cor 7:6-8
so stop asking me about "taking chances". not when i definitely know that there's no solid ground below, no hand to hold and there will be hell to pay. forget it.
and seriously, stop reading so much into my msn personal msg. they are all lines from songs. really. *bleah*
"Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her, that he might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, so that he might present the church to himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish."
- Ephesians 5:25-27
it's so easy to simplify this by just saying that Christ's love for the church was sacrificial. thus, husbands are to do the same. but how oft we miss what that follows!
it's not just about making your wife aware of an "emotion".
it's not just about being able to die in the place of your wife.
it's about being the one, that through your love for the woman you make your lifelong partner, to help build up her knowledge and love for God. it's about being the one who points her to God. it's about being the one who that by doing all that, does it for the glory of God.
as i hear friends getting attached/engaged/married, i pray so earnestly that the equally yoked have found the partner who's right in the eyes of God and not the world. what are material riches compared to the spiritual blessings of God?
right now, i'll gladly remember Paul's words to the people..
"Now as a concession, not a command, I say this. I wish that all were as I myself am. But each has his own gift from God, one of one kind and one of another. To the unmarried and the widows I say that it is good for them to remain single as I am."
- 1 Cor 7:6-8
so stop asking me about "taking chances". not when i definitely know that there's no solid ground below, no hand to hold and there will be hell to pay. forget it.
and seriously, stop reading so much into my msn personal msg. they are all lines from songs. really. *bleah*
Sunday, January 31, 2010
sundays are fun days with the family, as usual.
after an afternoon of pruney fingers, a lot of screaming and soap suds.. i ended up at iguana's with the brother.
later in the evening, the brother decides to make pina colada. unknown to us was the proportion of the coconut milk, pineapple juice and rum. my mom takes a sip and makes a face, saying that there was too much rum. i take a sip and make another face.
"too much coconut. omg."
then my sister tells us that she saw the pina colada curdle. and thankfully she forced him to add more pineapple juice.
by the end of the conversation, we were affectionately addressing the drink as santan colada, with the brother hollering in the background, "santan-a colada! you know? like pinA colada? santanA colada!!!"
it's a stomachache waiting to happen. omg. i'm dead tmr. i swear. sigh.
after an afternoon of pruney fingers, a lot of screaming and soap suds.. i ended up at iguana's with the brother.
later in the evening, the brother decides to make pina colada. unknown to us was the proportion of the coconut milk, pineapple juice and rum. my mom takes a sip and makes a face, saying that there was too much rum. i take a sip and make another face.
"too much coconut. omg."
then my sister tells us that she saw the pina colada curdle. and thankfully she forced him to add more pineapple juice.
by the end of the conversation, we were affectionately addressing the drink as santan colada, with the brother hollering in the background, "santan-a colada! you know? like pinA colada? santanA colada!!!"
it's a stomachache waiting to happen. omg. i'm dead tmr. i swear. sigh.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
while checking out of Crockfords today, we bumped into Andrew who's the overall VP of rooms. while chatting with him, another of mommy's colleagues came up to say hi. then he looked at us, "these must be your three princesses."
we naturally smiled back shyly. it wasn't like we were still teens. "princess" sounded weird.. but as i walked back to the carpark, staring at the butler carrying our bags and walking us to the car, i sighed softly. another whirlwind weekend of meeting people, both familiar and strangers.. and getting past queues.. having fantastic service.. and just being absolutely pampered.
i then looked at mommy, "2 months. 3 hotels. it's gonna take a while until i get used to the normal life again."
i paused and looked at her, "then there's banyan tree. and then angsana..."
mommy looked at me, "it's all a little surreal, isn't it?"
i could only nod in reply as i thought of the michael graves watch (as pretty as the Alessi kettle is, i am not spending $328 on a kettle when i can get a watch for $170, sorry) waiting for me in its display cabinet as we walked past jimmy choo, vertu, tumi, bvlgari, chanel and the likes.
i've repeated myself time and time again. i do live a semi-charmed life. but oh gosh. to know that i have a butler at hand to draw my bath, bring me a mix of rasberries, blueberries, blackberries and strawberries for supper and make me a nice hot chamomile tea before i sleep.. to have a pillow menu to order pillows from.. AND A NESPRESSO IN MY ROOM!!! omg omg omg..
ok, it's not all sunshine and butterflies. we had to review the hotel. and it wasn't easy. every corner we turned and met people, mommy will end up talking abt work and we'd add our 2 cents worth when needed. we climbed non-working escalators.. get splashed by fountains that aren't working properly (one looking constipated, the other resembling a natural disaster..)
plus the dust. my throat is suffering a little. and every time i return to the room, i have to wash my face. the bvlgari lotion makes everything a little better. and there's the inane drilling to wake you up from listless sleep due to your mother's snoring late at night..
i feel sorry for roger. for ralf. for ben. for marian. for andrew... steve.. heidi.. charles.. the lower end staff the people behind the scene living on minimal sleep. but the bosses impress me. that with minimal rest, they are always ready with a smile and incredible professional poise because of the people they are serving. because of their team.
the staff are on shift work. not the bosses. not those surviving on 2-4 hours of sleep in the hotel and being on their feet the whole day. yet the bosses are amazing. they are taking one for their team. because the team belongs to them. the hotel belongs to them. they are the ones taking the feedback and working to improve everything WITH everyone.
it's incredible to watch these people work. how they communicate with fresh-faced people when they are on a high from lack of sleep. these people are who i want to work for. i can't imagine anyone who wld be able to motivate me anymore than they can.
to see that smile from the bosses. that appreciation for your 8 hours when they are putting in 20 hours themselves. you can't help but want to work even harder to lessen their burden. of course, then you get peter stuffing people into pointy shoes that hurt. but i know where he's coming from. if i worked for Peter, i'd change my hair and wear pointy shoes just to fit into the culture and make the guest feel like they are in a rock-ass hotel.
i can swoon abt these bosses for as long as i would swoon abt the michael graves gallery, chihuly gallery (omg. absolute love.), the crockfords room, the michael's room, the hard rock room, the amazing long ass corridor in festive hotel (amazing for dog-n-bone!!!).
yar. i need out. sigh.
for now, it's gonna take me time to settle back into the life of a pauper once more. sigh. wake up.. wake up..
we naturally smiled back shyly. it wasn't like we were still teens. "princess" sounded weird.. but as i walked back to the carpark, staring at the butler carrying our bags and walking us to the car, i sighed softly. another whirlwind weekend of meeting people, both familiar and strangers.. and getting past queues.. having fantastic service.. and just being absolutely pampered.
i then looked at mommy, "2 months. 3 hotels. it's gonna take a while until i get used to the normal life again."
i paused and looked at her, "then there's banyan tree. and then angsana..."
mommy looked at me, "it's all a little surreal, isn't it?"
i could only nod in reply as i thought of the michael graves watch (as pretty as the Alessi kettle is, i am not spending $328 on a kettle when i can get a watch for $170, sorry) waiting for me in its display cabinet as we walked past jimmy choo, vertu, tumi, bvlgari, chanel and the likes.
i've repeated myself time and time again. i do live a semi-charmed life. but oh gosh. to know that i have a butler at hand to draw my bath, bring me a mix of rasberries, blueberries, blackberries and strawberries for supper and make me a nice hot chamomile tea before i sleep.. to have a pillow menu to order pillows from.. AND A NESPRESSO IN MY ROOM!!! omg omg omg..
ok, it's not all sunshine and butterflies. we had to review the hotel. and it wasn't easy. every corner we turned and met people, mommy will end up talking abt work and we'd add our 2 cents worth when needed. we climbed non-working escalators.. get splashed by fountains that aren't working properly (one looking constipated, the other resembling a natural disaster..)
plus the dust. my throat is suffering a little. and every time i return to the room, i have to wash my face. the bvlgari lotion makes everything a little better. and there's the inane drilling to wake you up from listless sleep due to your mother's snoring late at night..
i feel sorry for roger. for ralf. for ben. for marian. for andrew... steve.. heidi.. charles.. the lower end staff the people behind the scene living on minimal sleep. but the bosses impress me. that with minimal rest, they are always ready with a smile and incredible professional poise because of the people they are serving. because of their team.
the staff are on shift work. not the bosses. not those surviving on 2-4 hours of sleep in the hotel and being on their feet the whole day. yet the bosses are amazing. they are taking one for their team. because the team belongs to them. the hotel belongs to them. they are the ones taking the feedback and working to improve everything WITH everyone.
it's incredible to watch these people work. how they communicate with fresh-faced people when they are on a high from lack of sleep. these people are who i want to work for. i can't imagine anyone who wld be able to motivate me anymore than they can.
to see that smile from the bosses. that appreciation for your 8 hours when they are putting in 20 hours themselves. you can't help but want to work even harder to lessen their burden. of course, then you get peter stuffing people into pointy shoes that hurt. but i know where he's coming from. if i worked for Peter, i'd change my hair and wear pointy shoes just to fit into the culture and make the guest feel like they are in a rock-ass hotel.
i can swoon abt these bosses for as long as i would swoon abt the michael graves gallery, chihuly gallery (omg. absolute love.), the crockfords room, the michael's room, the hard rock room, the amazing long ass corridor in festive hotel (amazing for dog-n-bone!!!).
yar. i need out. sigh.
for now, it's gonna take me time to settle back into the life of a pauper once more. sigh. wake up.. wake up..
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