Can you guess?

I won't be racist here, but can you guess the nationality i hate most serving? They are just OH SO RUDE. Majority of the rude customers are of a certain race, but then again of course its not generalised because there are some nice ones too. There was one that was SO rude, when i took his food to the back i was oh so tempted to spit in his food. I admit, the thought did cross my mind! But of course, i couldn't bring myself to do it. I may look mean but actually a softie, you know.

That's why my colleague was saying she knows better than to be rude to the person who's handling her food. Hahahaha! So she knows.

I feel ashamed that i am taking less pride in my work now, simply because i am tired of serving people and 'seeing their colours'. That's why i won't go into a sales or customer service career.

But i still feel ashamed because i am quite a perfectionist.

I'm ALWAYS rostered to be in the kitchen at one of my jobs, i take it as a compliment because very few people can handle the kitchen. But nowadays i dread it, because being in the kitchen= to doing everything! From loading the dish-washer to putting back the plates (well, i can NOT care and leave it to the rest to do. But because the dish washer is in the kitchen, i get very irked when i see dishes piling up), to preparing orders to cleaning the kitchen (grill, microwave, floor), to doing the next day's preparation to THROWING THE RUBBISH too!!

And amazingly, the least paid job is the hardest work of all and the most paid job is the least work of all. Hahahaha, but i'm still not willing to quit any, yet.

So yes, i used to do everything while on the job (being a perfectionist) fast and good. Then i realised i'm being a little silly because i make myself so stressed on the job. So i produce sloppy work, and then i will get 'comments' from the supervisor. They were not being mean, but just you know asking me to redo because its not very well done etc. And i think how it's not fair, because how can i be perfect when there's so much for me to do while the rest have an easier station to look after?

Then again, a good worker is not complaining about anything. Its not as if the job is wanting an arm and leg.

Went to watch some Muay Thai match. Wasn't as adrenaline rushed as i thought it would be, but nonetheless gave us something to do on a Saturday night.


September the first is Father's Day here, so i made a card...only to know in Singapore, Father's Day is sometime in March. My father said in jest that he thought i've forgotten about him!

My mum still keeps the cards i make for her. Don't know about Dad though. Then again, like mum always nags, "Dad keeps EVERY scrap of paper."
But i realise i only get back to making cards here. In Singapore, there's just no time for card making :pAnyway, here's a day spa in my neighbourhood. And after months of deliberating, i decided to self indulge. After all, i work practically everyday (except weekends), and then do my school work at night. Quite a burn out, i reckon. Hahaha, but that's me. I like to pack every activity tightly.

And so, i booked in a facial and massage. To my surprise, their facials do not consist of extractions nor eyebrow trimming (unlike Singapore). So what do you do in a facial? Oh, we cleanse, exforliate, tone and moisturise. I was like, "oook...i can just do all these myself at home at the cost of nothing." Then they explain to me that extractions here is illegal, because it hurts the skin. Then where did the beauty therapists in Singapore get the idea of extraction?!

No wonder my ang moh guy friend who regularly goes for facials adores the regime. Because all i was thinking, facials hurt! It was never exactly an enjoyment, because the extraction of blackheads and pimples hurt very much. And guys normally have a lower threshold of pain. I thought that ang moh friend must be crazy to enjoy facials in Singapore! I guess the facials he go for are different from the ones i go in Singapore. His must be the blissful, no extraction ones.

And so, with no extractions done here, you feel abit 'not value for money'. However, after the treatment, got to say they deserve what they charge. Because without extractions, they mange to get out the pimples and blackheads. So yeah...i'm never going back for extractions in a facial. A dermatologist once actually tsk tsk me when i told him i go for facials.So where in the world did Singapore's therapists get the idea of extractions?! 2 different schools of thought, i suppose.

The spa is built quite like a home actually. Its a house on the outside,

and a living room with multiple treatment rooms inside! With an outdoor jacuzzi (located where the woman is standing). It costs an extra $65 to use that facility. That's absurd!

At the end of my treatment, i was given refreshments! Chocolates, tea and muesli with fruit and yogurt! This is, service. Made me feel so healthy that i went to get my own blend of muesli right after i stepped out of the place.

P.S my beauty therapist somehow reminds me of Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter.

Orange lemon fish

Trying out a new recipe tonight, they never turn out nice. Keeping my fingers crossed. Its steamed fish with the juices of oranges and lemons.

You know awhile back, i did a survey by a masters student (which i was paid $10 for filling the questionnaire out) which made me realize i do think quite badly of Asians in general. As in, i do not think they have affections, no empathy and selfish. It's just the culture i guess, we were brought up to be conservative (thus not usually affectionate), we are born in a competitive society (thus selfish) etc. But of course, there're qualities Asians have that Westerners do not have. Like hardworking, responsible etc.

I do not think the Westerners are any better than Asians, but i do think most of them are more big hearted in a way. Like at the supermarket, i was short of 50 cents. The old man in front of me paid that for me. He didn't need to do that, i could have put one item away. It wasn't a big sum, i know but this has never happened to me at home. I've seen people back home asking for change to make a phone call, and passer-bys can tell him "don't have".

Makes me think about myself as well, i ought to be more big hearted. Hopefully when i start, others will catch on.

Then again, is it because of my gender that's why i get special treatment?

Twice in a row! Is this a sign?

Not sure what this means, but in the middle of the night , here we are out in the cold, trying to pry the boyfriend's car door open. Because , it's his turn now to leave his car keys inside the car with the door locked. This time, it wasn't the wind. It was pure folly. I think this shows we are both very stressed you know, alot of things on our minds. Ha ha!

One broken tong, one bended clothes hanger, lots of sticky tape (my ideas) later, we gave up. So we're calling in someone to break open his room door back at home, to get his spare car key inside. He's luckier in that sense, that will cause him lesser than a RAC membership. I had a spare car key, but it was also locked inside my car as it was chained with my house keys which were inside too.

Anyway, my friend brought back mooncakes from Singapore. No egg yolk :( and no durian. Freeze some for me, Mummy!


I brought mandarins. Haha, Chinese New Year meets Mooncake Fest. You know how we always have riddle guessing in church during the festival? We had that too. My friend asked us one her ten year old cousin came up with, " What's the rudest part of the computer?"

the cursor (pronounced as cruse her)


That, was the $30 Guess skirt i wanted to get for mum as well. Mum, do you want this? I can send it back to you firs to wear. I've too many clothes here anyway ;p But, its an XS.

I temped as the receptionist again today. Was occupied with taking pictures of recipes in this cookbook found there ;p

Have you ever had a very bad day?

The wind blew and shut my car door as i was standing behind the car, locking ME out, with keys and everything else IN. Very smart, Christine. It was the stupidest thing i've ever done, ok maybe there're even stupider things that i just have forgotten about.

The result...i had to pay $180 for RAC membership. That's like vehicle breakdown insurance. I had no other options. I called campus security, they tried to help but couldn't. They recently turned in their tools for breaking into cars because there were complains when they damaged the car while trying to help. Ungrateful bugger.

My school staff were all very nice, one lady even lent me her mobile and allowed me to walk away with it to make the necessary calls (i had to go out of her office to see my license plate you see).

What drama!

After my classes and day in school, as i head back to my car..guess what other surprise i got!

Nearly had a heart attack lah! Thought it was a parking fine. Double whammy!!


But then realise...it was JUST a note.

Ok, the door bell just rang...and a bouquet of flowers is here for me. No, i don't think its frpm the guy in school. He doesn't know where i live and he can't be THAT quick.

Today is a bizzare, and it's NATIONAL DAY!

Candy House

It was a lonely night for my house mates when their respective boyfriends went to work on a Saturday night. So, i pulled them in to tag along on my date. For a very adventurous hunt to the restaurant which serves a platter of Australian tastes.

It wasn't that easy to find it, but we managed to. The outside looked rather seedy. Nearby was a brothel. It was the first i've seen here so far, and i was rather amused. Instead of the eerie red light these places usually use, its covered in bright colourful lights. Like a candy house. It even tells us there's an ATM inside. No hookers standing outside though, maybe it's too cold.

I've never been inside one, and i am curious. I told my friends, maybe i can pop in and pretend that i'm homosexual seeking a girl. Perhaps i can see what's it like inside then. My australian housemate laughed and ask why don't i say i am looking for a job instead. Less chance of being beaten up.

In my amusement, I forgot to take a picture of the outside!

That's a platter of Australian platter. It was $13.80 per person to taste. It's more of an entree. The main courses were like $27 and above. So we only came to taste, and then went off to somewhere else cheaper for dinner. The outside looks dodgy, but the inside interior was rather romantic. Candlelight, wine glasses and all. This place only opens Friday and Saturday nights anyway, funny how businesses here ever make money.

And so, on the platter we have crocodile meat (i like!), emu (taste like beef), kangaroo (like VERY STINKY lamb), smoke chicken from some where, marron (like cray fish except australian), rustic bread called Damper (like scone, i like!), and a variety of dips, chutney and jam from around australia. Some of these jams tastes ok, but they stink. With various fetta and olives on the side.

The highlight of the day, of course is this Withiery Grub! We sliced it in four bits, so each can take one. As i sliced it up, you could see the strings of nerves squishing about. Ooooo.....interestingly, it doesnt taste bad. It tastes like mushy crab.

My australian housemate couldn't stomach it. She says she has seen the live one before in the countryside, so she just couldn't. So we made her 'ta pau' back home and give her boyfriend (who's malaysian born here). He couldn't eat it either, i told him "maybe it'll taste better if we microwave it for you? Hot."

Only true blue asians can ever stomach such stuff.

Oh, and i was telling my australian housemate i got to reconsider PR here because there is high incidence of skin cancer here. She said "that's the funniest thing i've ever heard. In that case, i should move out of this country."