Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Wannabe Barista

I had one hell of a weekend. That's right. One hell of a adventure that was.

(I take it that if you have been following my blog, you would know by now, my "adventure" is in no way, related to being fun)

So I spent the longest weekend of my life, helping my sister prepare for a tender submission. Trust me, it was one hell of a tender. We called it the mother of all tenders. Beats all the exams I have taken in my life hands down.

In a very sleepy stressed state, around 4am in the morning, I came to a realization. That's probably the wisest thing, (at least to some) I've ever said in my life.

"Life is too short for me to be counting how many zeros are there in a million"

And still in a sleepy but not so stressed state, at 4pm in the evening, I still think it's true. That's really the last thing I wanna do.

All I ever wanna be is to secure myself a job as a barista in the coolest coffee shop and it would be a big bonus if that coffee shop could face a deep blue sea.


(It must be a coffee shop! Nothing else. I have it all planned. In case you want to recommend any)

Friday, 7 March 2014

(Warning: Self gloating moment. Go play far far!)

A wise man once said,
"If you can't convince them; confuse them"

And that's exactly what I did! And did that super awesomely.

Nailed, seized and sealed it!

Finally over with my advance everything crap in Jakarta. What some more advanced? Bring it on!

And in your face, old man!


Tuesday, 4 March 2014

Oh how I miss my morning coffee! Haven't had good coffee in ages!! All I've had in the last few weeks is coughing and coughing! (Rhymes? Maybe not, who cares!) totally losing it

And on that note, I'm coming homeeee!

Lilo *does-a-happy-dance*

Saturday, 1 March 2014

I think I did the meanest thing today.

I went to a shop, and the sales girl who came out to serve me, was crying. She had tears all over n she was really, clearly crying.

And I did nothing.

I wanted to ask her if she's ok, but I didn't. I was figuring out the sentences in my head, but nothing came off my mouth. I just asked her what I needed and left.

That makes me a heartless bitch. I'm sure. Can't get it off my mind now.

I don't know if it was in my place to ask. I don't know if I was in her shoes, Would I want someone to ask me.

I rather not. Or maybe I do, I really don't know.

I could have at least told her it'll be ok. Sigh.