Wednesday, March 9, 2011
CM's wedding reception
There were so many VIPS, they had to name the more important people VVIP.
I swear that the plates were made of gold and lead. My arms can testify to that.
Gathered at BCCK. Most waiters/waitresses were either going for practical or they are full time waiters/waitresses. Aznieda, Hazwan and me were probably the only fresh school leavers. (Thanks to Aznieda for referring us to the waitering gig!).
Did I leave the stove on back home?
Oh right, I have no stove at home! I use laser vision to cook my food.
You think that's unfair?
Teehee, I don't care.
If the universe is ever expanding, there must be an unlimited source of cake somewhere.
Must find cake.
Inside the new DUN.
The event planner said this whole set up costed half a million MYR. Taxpayer's money well spent.
The seat of which the groom will be sitting on latter.
Break time. Smoke flavoured air fresheners were widely used.
I swear that this is the first time I took a picture of myself in the mirror. NO lie.
Prepping up.
I can see the light now.
Just your average wedding reception.
You're welcome.
Standing up for 5 hours straight and I'm still GOOD!
Live broadcast, within the same hall it was happening in. That's how rich people roll.
The newlywed shook hands with 600+ people. One by one.
Cleaning up and packing up.
Debriefing.
Present at workplace from 10 am till 12 am. Work hours included meal time. Total pay : RM58. Hard earned money.
Once upon a time ago
Before my printing job, Hazwan and I went around looking for jobs. We applied at many many places ; Sushi King, Pizza Hut, Grand Super Mart , Ipoh Town, Speedy's and McDonald's.
This was the McDonald's application form. To be honest, we didn't really want to work at McDonald's but we decided to polish our form-filling skills.
This was the McDonald's application form. To be honest, we didn't really want to work at McDonald's but we decided to polish our form-filling skills.
Sports or Activities.
At Speedy's, the person in charge was a Chinese lady. When you see two guys that have squinty eyes and see that their names start with "Mohd" , you're going to say "Ooo" or "Eh". I honestly believed that I was going to get hired, largely due to Hazwan. He spoke mandarin with the lady quite well while I only got some parts of it and did the 'Smile n Nod'. None of the places we applied at called back. It's okay. I know voodoo.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Sunday the 23rd
Woke up, went to eat someplace near Satok. I brought my headphones so that I could listen to some songs in the car. Was going to leave them in the car because it'll be troublesome to carry them around.
Plan was to go to the amphitheater at waterfront for parkour training. Thought I was going to be alone. Jason's "Dude, it's on" message was as delighting as a morning ILY message, no homosexuality intended.
Previous times, the amphitheater was empty , by chance. This time it wasn't. Some men were setting up stuff for a music performance.
Can't jump around that area then. Just played around with the high wall and rail. I realized that I forgot to take out my headphones from the bag, so I brought it along accidentally. Then we went to Parkson, some more rails. Rails for breakfast and dinner.Two Indian men asked me for directions to the nearest travel agency, which I have no clue about.
Jason left me, I then started walking, to nowhere, I just walked.
Opposite the Old Courthouse, there was a motorcycle spare part brand expo set up. It wasn't going on at the time though, but there were balloons hanging. Some were loosely tied and was swept by the wind. I had an idea, a murderous one, under the HOT sun, I decided to kick the balloon to the road and capture its very last moment on picture.
First one.
Missed it!
Random motorcyclist wondering WTF am I doing?
THE WINNING SHOT! Right after this, it bursted. hohoho.
This car stopped by the roadside suddenly so that the kid could pick up the stray balloons.
The remaining ones, the survivors.
DETOUR. Never realize I was in The Amazing Race.
Meowwwww
Whoever that's been to this place must've been really bored. Even I didn't go in.
Never realized there was a Parthenon like structure in the area. The old post office.
This is a construction site.
You ever wondered why construction work finishes AFTER the deadline?
Smart asses put this sign up , that's why.
This is where the taxpayer's money goes to. To finance wasted energy.
WHICH ONE?????????????????
This sounds Italiano.
Maher.
X-men academy in KUCHING?? WHERE? Next time, I'm going to try and push the sign. See if any secret door pops up.
Alright, so I was on my way to Hopoh. For undisclosed reasons (:
I saw a man at Padang Merdeka sitting by the bench, not on the bench, but BY the bench. Who needs benches when the floor's so wide, right? I observed him and saw that this 50+ man had headphones on. SO cool. He was reading the paper. As I walked closer, I realized something else, the headphones look familiar. Only when I had passed him by 3 meters, I opened up my bag, took out my headphones, went to him , showed my headphones and asked
"Sama ka?" (Is it the same?)
He started at me, then realized I asked him something, opened his headphones.
We had a small chat. When he realised I'm not exactly chinese, he stopped speaking Malay with the Chinese slang, and just Malay. He has a doctor son in Mukah. OH, the headphones ARE THE SAME. I couldn't resist, asked him to be snapped with me. PRICELESS.
Hopoh. A poster behind a door of an oral clinic.
This poster is probably older than me. Nope, it IS older than me.
Rich person's house. Wasting energy.
Any suggestions on what letters to insert?
What's better than one dude in a black singlet/tank top?
TWO DUDES IN BLACK SINGLETS/TANK TOPS.
I was at KFC, and when I saw the first guy wearing it, wow. Then I saw another guy, just 2 meters away from him. The exact outfit. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?
The picture's not clear sorry. But the guy on the right part is about 40+ and the one on the left is my age. Is it possible the guy on the right traveled back in time? For what????
They shit you not.
SHOULD'VE BEEN 8.88!
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