the four right chords can make me cry

And so it begins

Today marks the start of an entire month of doing absolutely nothing. Which just happens so coincide with my brothers going back to school, so i have the whole house to myself now. (which may or may not be a good thing) So far, its been fabulous, woke up at 2pm today and im eating an instant noodles lunch now. Not half bad.

Flashback: Last day of work

Really will miss all of them, the thai cooks, annie, adam, lyn, zhenhong, jean, aisha, ben etc. Yesterday pina made those glutinous rice ball thingys in coconut milk again. I will always remember the way the kitchen looked as i chewed away at my bowl of stuff, trying to imprint memories.

And my memories there are so... sensory, for lack of a better word. The sight of the chairs all stacked up which made me feel so happy cos it meant we could go home. The sound of thai being spoken, its lyrical whinyness, my thai nickname. The smells created when they fried the chilli, smelt alot like popcorn, but at the same time acrid, stinging the eyes and making you cough. The wonderful taste of my favourite dishes, phad thai, green curry, peek gai sod sai, at once spicy sweet and sour. The slippery feel of the plates and glasses, all soaped up and ready to go.

I think working at siam kitchen was a good thing, really learnt alot, but its hard to explain just what i learnt. The kind of people skills i picked up, the aptitude i gained, the manual dexterity trained. But i guess most of all this sense of accomplishment. I decided to do something, and stuck to it, even when the going got tough, and i eventually became good at it. And yet as i read this paragraph, it becomes clear that its hardly an adequate explanation.

only thing is, wish i had done more catering! That was really fun! Miss all of them at catering, steph, michael, ah john, chong, etc.

Timo Serene Tian En and Dom visited me on my last day of work. It was fun having them! Cos it was such a slow day, at least i could go over and talk to them once in a while to dispel boredom. After work, me serene timo met up alvin (chow), meaning to go to jazz at southbridge. Unfortunately, there was a $17 cover charge and since only me and alvin had cash ($4 each), we decided against it. Crazily enough, we ended up at Mustafa. Haha, laugh if you will, but we bought 10 cds there and it only cost us a total of $40. After that we, or at least me, started to get really zonked so we abandoned plans of eating and alvin drove us home. DANG. I wish i could drive. Then i wouldnt have to trouble anyone to send me home anymore.

Got home late, 1amish. Hope parents are not too pissed off. But i really enjoyed myself! It felt nice to be with the (slightly) older people, made me feel... this is embarassing to say, but it made me feel grown up. I just feel i want to hang out till late like they do i guess. but saying this... sounds so childish? Ah well.

posted by beckyboo @ 2:35 PM