Last night, a customer ordered 2 glaseese of Italian Red Wine. I saw a chance, I jumped. I told and showed them the Italian wine section.

"Why not get a bottle, it's more worth it, since two glasses will cost $21 but a bottle will cost $40. OR", I said and flipped to the French wine section, "IF you want, you can try the French wine cos we're having a promotion and any bottle you order entitles you to a 10% discount of the ENTIRE bill. So what do you say?"
He looks at me and say, "Ok I'll take a bottle."
"Which one?" (flips to the French section)
"This bottle." (flips back to the Italian section)
"You sure?"
"Yup."
"Ok." and proceeds to a whoo hoo! cos I sold a bottle.

LATER after the meal and the bill and he pays for everything and as usual without checking the bill he comes up and say, "Hey, there's no discount here"
"Sir, there's no discount for the Italian wine, only French"
"That's cheating, you said there was a discount"
"No sir, I said only for the French"
"No, That's cheating...."

Ok, so I said I'm sorry, miscommunication and I'll still give you the discount.
He goes, "Noooo...that's not the point, it's not about the discount, it's that you're cheating. ALL I wanted was 2 glasses of Italian red wine and this guy here comes up and tells me...blah blah blah"
Dude, rewind and see what you said in the first place AND you agreed to the bottle in the first place.
And he goes on and on and on about he's been in Singapore for 4 years (yea, stupid ang moh [not all, just this one]) and this is the first time he's getting this and goes on and insults Singaporeans saying we're cheating and shit like that and in the end we had to give him a 25% off the entire bill to make him happy. Fuck head, if you don't understand what's being told to you after 4 years here, maybe you should
a) Get out more,
b) Check and clarify your bill before paying and not throwing your credit card around like what all yuppies do, or
c) Just get the hell out and fuck off home.

All people want are just freebies. And they say kiasuism only resides in Singapore. Yea right. Fucking kiasu.

Dun you think it's a bit unfair that at most gigs, only the same ppl, same bands get to perform?

No one's home. No one's home.
I'm so bored. I'm so bored.
Think I'll walk. Think I'll walk.
Where shall I go?
What should I do?

I think there comes a point in time when you ask yourself, "Who can I rely on?" and the answer will be no one but yourself. Ironically, when this point happens, reliablility is and never will be on yourself alone. Anyone for a late night walk with cips and cool air? Wait. We don't have cool air here at night. How bout a schmoke?

Any woman out there wanna marry a guy with no job and no life? I need to get out of the house and I can't wait.

Couple of days back, I exploded one of the rear tyres of my dad's car.
Yesterday, gig at De-trash got canceled.
Today, gig at De-trash wasn't canceled.
But that doesn't change the fact that De-trash was badly organized. No contingency plan if it rained. Didn't bother to rectify problems. Sound was shitty. Some of teh organizers were snotty. Sorry. ARE snotty. Crowd consisted of that dog peeing next to the tree. Only there was no tree. SO there was no dog. No publicity. Stupid contract that we'll have to pay moolahs if we're late or didn't turn up but no one bothers to call the bands to tell them they're canceled cos it's raining so we/they just turn up to be told to go home. Oh well. Now we all know. Dun try to bang in and act but do it cos you like. Man boobies. I could do with some. Tired of looking man. Anyone for a trip down the lane of the land of Gey? :P

Be professional. Just play. And if you don't like it. Don't leave it to the last minute.

Oh man! I just recieved an email from Citibank asking me to verify my email for some dunno what bank account. I don't even have $500 in my account so that my bank doesn't deduct $2 from it everyone let alone own a Citibank accont. This is so jacked man. Talk about junk mail.

ENLARGE YOUR MANHOOD PLASTICBLACKSPECS! lol.

I just got two warning letters in less than a week for being late. One more and I'm out. I swear the bastard botak G.M. is out to get me. Bloody prejudice pig. Can't help it that I've got a life and he doesn't. If I knew I'll get a letter for being late yesterday, I wouldn't rush down but taken my own sweet time and have macdonalds or something first. So I guess I've got two options.

1) The next time I'm gonna come late, I'll take an M.C.
2) I'll just "quit" or go for a long enough break, let everything reset and start work again. Like in basketball when they sit out one season or is it game till their fouls get erased.

I think I'll go for option 1. I need the money.

Bastard.

Stupid gig on Sunday was cancelled. And I didn't even know about it till I asked. So it means that if I didn't ask, I would be waiting there with my bass like a dumb ass. Not to say I'm not one but at least I wouldn't be waiting there with my bass. Damn it! I wish people will be a little more efficient.

Ya ba dit, Ya ba dit, Ya ba dit, Ya ba dit. People are just plain bastards. We're not nice and we're always jealous or enious of other people. There is no way we can please everyone but that doesn't mean we can't try.

Whenever we go out and do anything, we're always concious but mainly semi-sub-concious of the people around us, whether they notice us, whether they approce of us, or just plain whether they are less cool than us. If they're not, then we'll go back and do something to reach another level of "coolness". As this level keeps rising and more things are added till the weight is unbearable and the trouble is too much, we go "BANG!" and everything will be dumped and we'll start from the bottom. After with the rings. Away with the chains. Away with bothering to comb your hair or choosing what to wear. Just Jump in the shower, towel down, slap on the easiest blues jeans and white tee and off you go. Hence, the only the combat the dullness and sloppiness is by doing something that most will think it's a good idea but usually is not. Like a tatoo. You really want something there you can't change for 50 years or so? Or a haircut. You really wanna save that $8 and cut your own hair? Well I did. Not the tatoo (but yes, I'd like one for the next 50 years or so), but the haircut. Yup. I when and snipped off my hair again even though I can't see the back of my head. In this way, I don't have to bother with combing or gelling or mousing or styling or whatever with my hair when I go out. I can just step out of the house after I step out of the shower and be on my way. But the minute I get to work, everyone's gonna be commenting about the hole in the side of my head due to the uneven hair cut. Oh well.

So anyway, De-trash meeting is on this Sunday, 7th of Dec at guess where....Borders! But the coffee bean thingy. And I've got a gig at around 7pm. I thing. And we're not ready yet. Nothing to do inbetween so I guess I'll just sit around at Bistro till it's time. What I'm trying to say is come sit with me and do nothing and yak abit and try to look cool together with the sloppy slouch sit and the side drag fag in our hands and making a lot of noise when chicks are around (though I hope chicks will be sitting WITH me) and not ordering anything but just maybe one (1) Ice lemon tea and eight (8) glasses of ice water, or as they say, "Ice water all round". Yup. That's what everyone does.