Anarchic Lady

The only reason why I didn't blog for so long is because there are way too many things happening at the same time and it is very hard to tell them all at once. Those especially close to me will know whats going on, for those who aren't bad luck.

Recent events such as my big ass "forever 18th birthday" will be recorded.

I am a designer if you think i'm qualified enough. I was suppose to be that inspiring, creative mind filled girl 5years ago but I guess I.T did destroy my brain cells quite a fair bit. Now at this very critical point of my life I decided to make a life changing decision to continue that path of doing what I like to do - design. I then turn into a perfectionst, assuming the role of a picky designer who only picks on its own work.

I thought I was the worst ever, I look at my classmate's design and they are so WOW!!! they have the WOW factor!! Me? I'm just the hey that looks good. I can't belive why I can't get the WOW in my design, I just know now. I was talking to Shirley and she said most of them are on greens when they design, thats why they can always come up with such crazy ideas. And she say I can never make it pass them cause she can never imagine me doing greens or even to hold the bong in my hands. We just laugh this off.

I'm not so bad after all. Did some soul comforting or just lying to myself. Instead of putting my last bit of energy into my assignment. I went on a hunt to find web designers in Singapore. There wasn't much information, apparently not many place their portfolio onto the web, I can't believe they don't design their own website. I found a minority group who does. "If you can find anyone who can do better then me please send me their link" I was so shock to see the standard there. I know where I stand now in Singapore and I am not so depress anymore. I can say that if I do go back I can find a job easy. - I'm still living in my dreams thinking I stand a chance there with 10 thousand people fighting for the same job.

After my submission, I promise I will revamp this blog.

Wait for the link to my portfolio too, I still working on that.

Do not be alarm, this is a standard routine for me only this time it is a little more painful and a little longer. The mind is a really wonderful thing, and the body just does what it's told. This time I decided to live a little longer.

What do you do when you have a heart attack? I went to look it up in google.
- Do no panic.
- Try to remain calm
- Seek help and call the ambulance (if serious)
- If someone is around, make sure they know the situation and be with you

What do you do when someone has a heart attack? (copied reaction of Mr. MIA)
- Try to excite her more
- Move her alot
- Ask her tons of questions when you know she can't answer
- Raise your voice at her to get an answer (be sure to scare her more)
- Get upset and ignore her when she do not respond to you
- Return to doing whatever you were doing before
- Turn your head to look sometimes and see if she is still alive
- If she is still alive it means its not that serious and continue doing whatever

I don't know what triger it, I think its stress by my own problems. I think alot of factor could be due to everything that is currenly weighing on me and there is no one to help me or relieve me. I can assure you Mr. MIA is doing everything he can to not help me.

I have lost all faith, hope and trust in him. You see me smiling - i'm just faking it. His willingness to help others never fail to amaze me. His there everyday to clean, pack and arrange many other stuff but when it comes to home, I guess he just can't be bothered or assumes that I would do it. The statement of the year, No.1 thing to say when you do not want to clean the house "Don't force me can?"

I explain my situation to People in da house. They said I should come home right after I finish school, they even gonna pay for my airticket back. Should I buy a One-way or Return?

I'm gonna move out of this apartment soon. Seriously finding a new place for me and my sis to stay. If you found any nice 2br apt let me know. I really need to move out now.

Seriously there is nothing good going on in my life right now, my luck made a 360 degrees turn and I am still falling deeper into that dark hole. - if u got the heart pull me out of my misery.

"Big bad mouth" I guess you can never run away from a woman's intuition. It happen again, just as I would have imagined it. $800 gone like that, that's only for repairs, not talking about the decrease in value and extra cost. I'm gonna sell it right after I get all the repairs done.


Inn convention is no longer in progress cause I'm done with it. Good part!!

I lost all my other files, have to redo 2 website now. Bad part!!

Due to all tragedy, I can't go to work and have lost our main income. I really don't know how to handle this. The usual me has shut down and wishing for it to all go away when I decide to go away forever.

My self destruction will commence very soon, I swear this time it will be for real. Just let me kill myself.

I'm serious.

It just hit me and I realised its 2 weeks to submission. Great!! I'm only half way there. The freaking animal farm took longer to create then expected. Even in my dream I can hear their voices. The freaking farm music which I decided to omit, amazingly manage to fit in after 5 bloody hours, bow to the spark of attaching it to the clouds. If I hear another farm music or animal, just let me kill myself.

The farm officially chuck to a corner. Now its the almighty Inn Convention Centre. Already pulling my hairs out (if u look carefully at my head - I swear there is a patch) now I have to think of a new design for this Centre. Like the layoutbank would help a little, trying to cheat here. So back to the old drawing board.

* new found hobby - stare at the blank computer screen wishing magic would fill its page

My last days of happiness:
*Dom, Me, Ryce & Sio @ Amber Lounge

New found bed - the cushions at the computer desk. Eat, sleep, work and minor entertaining area. All in one place I cannot leave.

The 3 cats had taken over my original bed.

Another favourite - Red bull, because it gives you wings. This apparently did not happen to me, I felt cheated.

10 ways to help manage your anger:

1. Remain slient
2. Sulk in one corner
3. Bash the pillow
4. or Scream in the pillow
5. Scream at someone
6. Throw a fit
7. Start swearing at anything
8. Beat the cat*
9. Beat the cat furiously*
10. Do all of the above

*if no cat is present, use something similar

note: any of the above actions may cause harm to others, be sure to warn them before proceeding

Is it just me? I feel that everytime I open my mouth to say something truthful, the worst would really happen. Even if it is just for example. I didn't really mean for it to happen but it just came true. Now I really don't know what to say anymore or even talk about.

I have been lablled the "bad mouth" I should learnt to shut up, even if it is the most truthful, cause everytime it comes from the bottom of my heart, it comes true. It is like I have been curse, the worst curse.

I know I said once I hate that fake act cute chinese accent. Everytime I hear one, the urge to go up and bitch slap that woman is stronger than a double espresso. Just so happen, one of my best mate at work is a Taiwanese. Her accent is strong but not that action pac. This cute girl is really making a huge influence on me. Some how my chinese accent is sliding towards that way though I still cannot bring myself to act cute. Thanks alot. This form of "slang" I say has been proven to be highy effective, especially towards man of all ages. Well they all fall for it instantly. I guess it really shows how cheap a woman can get. While trying to maintain that air in me, I went low, I am disappointed in myself but I had to try it at least once to prove my flawless language. I was right, maybe thats why I am the queen of coins at work. I can't act cute, I can't attract any attention towards me, I just can't be that cheap.

Tips this week: $300 (the most I ever gotten because I pretended)

I do
not know what to blog anymore, though there are many many things going on in my life right now, the feeling of not being able to put them in place just fustrates me.

I guess it is the problem surfacing once again. I thought I would never have to face it again but I cannot hide. Perhaps I didn't care enough to think carefully about the actions needed. I look back and remember promising myself to never let it slide onto this path I once managed to climb pass.

Donnez-moi toute la force pour continuer.
Je pitié moi-même. Je priez pour me.
Je ne attends pas pour le demain.
Je souhaite sauter le temps et passez demain.


My most recent craze. I maybe a little late but this caught my attention.






*can you recoganise the characters








Lost, created by Jeffrey Lieber and J.J. Abrams & Damon Lindelof.

Filmed entirely on location in Hawaii, this abc production is about surviors of a place crash flight 815.

Not your everyday drama, the writer plays each character with detailed history and links to one another. The story of each plays an important role to their part on the island. It is believe that everyone has a purpose and they are to discover that on this island. I experience lots of high and low as I follow closely. + if I watch this you should too.

My love for classical has always been with me since donkey years ago, but with all the hip R&B, rock, Pop and Hard NRG music being the "in" thing now I have sort of lost that calm side of me.

~~In the mist of sourcing for "in" music recently, I found my love - Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Taking a moment to enjoy this 6min ballet had place all my worries far aside. One word - Peace.~~



2 days, 2 nights of hard work accompanied by Beethoven brought a spark to my rusty and cob web filled creativity.

Left: one of the 8 boards I design. Summer - inspired by summer flowers brought home from the VIP Salons at work.

My future Snowboard, my brand, my design.
When I get rich, you will see me ride this beautiful piece of art down the snow hills.

1/2 out of 5 school assignments done. Phew! just 4 1/2 more to be done in 6weeks.

Not looking forward to the deadline.




5 days and going with less than 18hrs of sleep in total, morning shifts are still a plus for me. GIVE ME MORE!!! Lucky me or unlucky me? I don't really know. For the rest of the roster I have 0700. This means getting up at 0530 every morning. The lack of sleep gets paid off with a less stressful day at work. Get paid but no tips since there would most probably be only 1 customer or none.


Pantry - cutting fruit, folding linen, cleaning all visible items, floor, dishes, coffee machine and stocking up.

Main floor - walking around doing nothing, helping the bartender with cutting of strawberries & lemons and standing around enjoying a cup of coffee.

I'm mostly placed in the pantry.


I voted: Mornings are still the best.

Tips: None

Long long ago during the age of sunrise, there was a Bear on its journey to enlightenment. On its way, it saw a red Apple sleeping on the tree top. The Bear could not resist the beauty of the Apple and decieded to keep the forbidden fruit. In delight of someone's liking, the Apple left its mates and join the Bear. Their fond for each other grew as the days goes by. The Bear believed that as long as it has the Apple nothing else matters and drop all dreams of enlightenment. But the Apple knew that the Bear's journey should not end and kept trying to help the Bear walk through the rest of its journey, but after many decades of trying the will power of the Apple has grown weaker and it is coming to a point where life has to be left to fate and heaven's will.

One day, the Bear took its Apple out, admiring the beauty, the Bear finally could not resist and took a bite out of it. In pain and bursting with tears, the Apple asked "Why?" but the Bear could not answer, all it could do is wrap the bitten part and keep it back into its pocket.

The Apple remained silent for a long time. Another decade had past, the Apple losing its strength and giving up all hope is at its lowest point. Always looking at that ugly scar reminding it of that painful incident. Sometime later, the Bear took the Apple out, looking at the Apple in pain made its heart ache. The Bear felt guilt and remorse, it apologised to the Apple many many times asking for its forgiveness finally the Apple cave and forgave the Bear. Feeling better, the Apple decided to help the Bear continue its journey forgetting all about the pain.

Then one day, while travelling in the woods. The Bear came across the Enchantress. It took its beautiful Apple out and showed the Enchantress. The Apple's beauty never fail to take the Enchantress breath away but the Enchantess had more in mind. Soon the Bear, the Apple and the Enchantress travel across the woods together and aid each other through many difficulties. The Apple always in the Bear's hands felt that it should give the Bear some rest and suggested to be placed in the pocket once in awhile for some rest. This is the best time to strike thought the Enchantress. Chanting magic spells in whispers, day by day the Bear slowly drop to the ground helpless and controlled. The Enchantress ride the Bear up to Snowy mountians. The Apple curious to all the noise tried to take a peak but could see nothing since well hidden in the pockets of the Bear. Along the way, the Apple could hear the whispers of passing elfs and goblins. They whisper: "The Enchantress ride the Bear to Snowy mountian keeping the Apple in dark, soon the Apple will be stab through the heart and be eaten by the devils of the cult" Not so sure about what was heard, the Apple could only stay in the dark hoping the Bear would soon awake.

The apple prayed in darkness that they never reach Snowy mountian, the whispers of elfs and goblins were lies and the Enchantress would turn into a fairy. Still in darkness, the Apple travelled in silent afraid that the light would take another bite into her already rotting wound.

There are times when I let myself get carried away throwing stuff around the house, allowing dishes to pile up, and let fur cover the dusty floor. But the breakthrough was I think I got my clock back.

Amazingly I woke up at 10am, well ofcos for that interview, which probably didn't go too well because they decided I wasn't experienced enough. Who am I kidding here, I am competing against people with at least 5-10 yrs of coffee experience. They said they will call me in for a trial, and maybe I get to join the KoKo Black store opening in the city next month. I cross all my ten fingers on that.






I couldn't resist using the iMac Photo Booth on Mr. Q-T.
He didn't seem to enjoy looking at himself like this.








Since I got up that early might as well make full use of the day and clean my place up. Now it is spotless, just waiting for Mr. Q-T & best friend Mr. MIA to mess it up.

I did laundry today. A peaceful one with no disturbance. Mean old hag in Apartment 1 was not there to say I am hogging the machine "AGAIN"!!!!!!
Typical greeting of old hag in laundry room - "Oh!! NOT AGAIN, I WAS HOPING YOU WOULD NOT BE DOING YOUR LAUNDY TODAY "

Bitch!!! I only use the machine once a week, it seems more like she is the one whose always there. Ironing her whatever in there and hand washing her stuff so she could save water and eletricity. Meanie - bitch (Ms. MB)

Sad - my neighbours are not nice and friendly people.

Back in business once again. I never fail to impress myself once more with sounds of cash about to flow in, that is if everything goes well.

I have a job interview coming up this wed. Barista at KoKo Black - Lygon Street.

The money eating government had decided it is time to take some load off my shoulder by returning $$$$$ in about 2-3 weeks time. My 3hr form filling frenzy was worth the while.

Though this big return is great, another government scam is awaiting to emerge in the tram. Tough luck for me. The honest citizen placed some coins into the tram machine with hope for a ticket to be issued but it turn out the machine was hungry for money. It ate it and made sure not to spill any remains. It did the same for another honest passenger.

Mr. MIA had gone to England for 3 weeks, he is due for his return in 3days.

After numerous times of peer-pressure I decided it is time to pick my lazy fingers up and start typing. Cowgum hope I did not disappoint you this time.

I can't say that my life is exciting but it has'nt been quiet either. Where should I start?

Lets start by saying that I am currently going crazy. My fantastic cat Mr. Q-tip had succeded in keeping awake all night. I bet his been planning this all this time while being left alone at home and starving due to the new diet plan given to him. Right now, really right at this very moment while I'm typing, he is there at the kitchen trying his very best to make a mess...dipping his paws into his water bowl to salvage whatever that is left of his half decent meal - the 1 remaining bit of food which drop in accidently during his race against clock to finish his meal. This unpleasent behaviour of his drives me nuts, later I have to clean the huge mess he made.

You may think he is just a cat, an innocent animal who knows nothing. WOoHoo! not FUNNY!! He goes to the toilet god knows how many times just to piss me off and he makes all that noise in the toilet preventing me from sleeping, I would say every 40mins he would be at it until I get up to find SHIT everywhere in the toilet (seriously everywhere cause he likes to dig them out) What is his problem anyway? Someday I would kick his fat ass out to RSPCA at this rate his making me nuts.

2 days straight is wearing me down. I see the sunrise in the morning, people preparing for work and what is left for me to do is take a shower and go straight to bed. Another wasted day! It wasn't a really bad shift but friday night is one hell of a hectic night. Why don't these people go home and sleep? Tea please, more tea please, keep it hot please, its too cold make it hot please. I want food, I want fruits, I want food, I want fruits, Oh please!! It is 5am in the morning just let me rest for abit and stop smoking 555 and chunghua it stinks and make my nose itch. Really looking forward to my next shift, more grave!!

Tips: $30

Bad stuff
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Sometimes it is really hard to put on a smiley face and act as though everything going on in your life is perfect. I have cried so hard even my eyes are gonna pop and no one would pity you. I thought I have seen it all but the worse came to be the worse ever. How in the world can I be in a situation where there is no such thing as fair trading. It seems that people no longer believe in that anymore. All they are concern about is how to make use of a person to the fullest even with the meanest ways. I am sick and tired of this. So I decided to put an end to it all. Enough is enough. Finally, I can take a break and rest and not think about it anymore, but who knows ungrateful people stays alive. Just when you think they have at least some sense of thankfulness. Forget it! I ain't getting any of it. That is why I'm playing the you cannot catch me game. As long as you can't find me, I do not exist. Cowgum knows best when I was force to camp with her for 4days all for the sick of the game. I'm pissed that nobody cares for me enough to figure out the reason. Now I'm stuck in this shithole with a cat who thinks i hate him because I'm force to lock him out in the balcony. His sad cries are all I hear now. If it is not for those ungrateful people, my cat wouldn't hate me, my life wouldn't suck this much and I wouldn't complain so much. Notice I'm full of hate now. Don't anyone ever dare mention the name of ungrateful people.

Good stuff
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Mr MIA is no longer MIA anymore cause he is now right here beside me where I can watch over and would never ever go MIA. Yes all other sucky matters cannot compare to this wonderful blessing. I know now I have a shoulder to cry on.
Went raving few days ago. Really let everything go for that day, for what its worth it wasn't that good but at least it was a good break from all stress and troubles.
There is this 20inch AppleG5 sitting in my room now. Beautiful stuff.

The truth is there are too many bad stuff happening but the few good stuff manage to cover it all. Although I'm in a position where as a sensible person I need to get out soon, I can't help but wonder if things were different from the beginning would it still turn out this way. But for example, I am the smart one, how the hell did I allow myself to be drag into this hellhole. Think it this way, I'm only human, I make mistakes.

Yes the solution to it all - I'm only human, I make mistakes.

^^ Happier already

I was going through my old diary and decided to pull this post out. I realised everything I post in my old diary was too painful to read. This seems to be the only happy memory I had then or rather something which I found logical in my sad life.

It is never boastful or conceded.

It is never rude or selfish.

It does not take offence and it is not resentful.

Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in truth.

My MIA is coming back soon. Congrats to us for the success. Australia we are here to stay.

I have decided to do a tip count everytime I work.
Tips: $85

Imgine a life with no friends or plenty of friends who aren't friends. I think I have just experienced the sadest case of being "Billy" with friends.

I can't deny that all girls are a bitch, this is more true when many of them are place together in one confine place. Blabber mouth!! Always gossiping about everyone else. But the biggest bitch is the one who orders everyone around, snatch your job and make you look bad. I thought politics only happen in offices.

Greed just take over the bitches. I am disgusted and offended by the inapporiate behaviour. Why on earth can someone live a life with no ethics. The worse I have heard is the one who sleeps with people for money even when they themself have a partner. This totally make me wanna put my tray down and storm right out of that dirty environment. Unimaginable! All the touching and sexual harrasment I consider them to be seems like nothing to these money hungry bitches.

What the HELL is wrong with them? Such a Bitch!

Q-tip speaking:
"I know my master's life is boring.. the weather seems to be the only thing she ever notice now. Has she even notice that I seem to be smaller and lighter now? Why the amount of food is getting lesser and lesser. I don't want to go on a diet, I admit I was a little over weigh before, but now she can lift me up with one hand.. Master can you please feed me more, I love the biscuts and promise I'll try not to finish them all in one time." Little Q-Tip.

This is crazy he thinks his the only one losing weight, always clinging on to me to feed him, pestering me day and night with that begging look to give him food. I happen to be losing weight too ok cat, why I can't I be the one to cling on to somebody and yell Where is my FOOD?

This has been a problem for quite some time, felt like I'm those sick kid who throws up after food or count the calories on their near empty plate. But I'm not sick, I don't throw up, I don't even try not to fill my plate with food. But everytime I just lose my appetite and have to force myself to stuff the whole plate into my mouth, and prevent myself from throwing up. So what happens is my body tells me, if it can't come up from above it would from below.. urgh!! So the tummy would rumble and there straight into the land of rubbish. Everyone I'm not on a DIET.

Q-Tip I'm trying to eat more too, and I have already feed you more, so please stop chasing me around biting me to get my attention. I will not feed you more more food, just be satisfy ok.

I guess this is what we get for living in a place with the weirdest weather on earth. I myself cannot believe my eyes. Daylight filled the plains yet in the distance I still cannot see that building once so clear to me. Looking out the glass door the idea of stepping out into this freezing weather is just a thought. But wait! I brave myself and took that big step of opening that door. Strange yet comforting. There is no wind, no chills just hot warm steam air touching my every skin. Goodness me I felt like I have just stepped into a steam room, the air was so thick and humid. Very soon I'm drench in my own sweat "crude". Standing there in silence, I tried to comprehend everything that was going on. Where had summer gone? Where is the sun that was suppose to fill the day instead? Never in so many years of living here have I ever come across a summer's day like this. In swift motion, I went to take note of this moment. There the best shoot I managed in this "Wild" weather. This went on for another day, it was rain in fog, again no wind no chills. Ofcos everything weird will never last long, 2 days later, the sky cleared up and it was summer once again, a cool summer weather at 23degrees. Ha! talking about not weird anymore. The clear sky on the right is what a clear summer's sky look like the only weird thing is the need to wear a sweater cause there was wind and chills. I think the price of living in Melbourne is the need to accept the ever changing weather. Like I always say "Never trust the weather man". Just as I'm speaking it is raining outside now. This is summer in weird Melbourne.

This summer just went overboard. To many it is down to the beaches and pool for that outrageous tan - in another word 'ROAST PIG' Imagine people piggies walking along beaches with not a brown tan but pinkish red tan. They lay there for hours to allow development of cancer cells, who would have thought, the sun is suppose killing germs but instead built the perfect condition for skin cancer. Unlucky people, if only they knew.

The tempreture is insanly HIGH^ it reached 40degrees yesterday. Phew thats hot. Even in this HOT day there are still crazy people out at the beach. I think they can be eaten in just 20mins.

So what about me? I am in the comfort of my own air-conditioned home (thank god!) doing a very important assignment. This assignment is not important to me ~.~ I don't really care how it will turn out eventually. As a favour, I oblidge. Can't stand seeing that pathetic face all the time, so to get rid of that face I oblidge. Simple!

MIA - Missing In Action
Whose missing? My dear dear dear, a person who is to report on time has disappeared. Where can this mystery person be. It is really a mystery. Please if you are reading this, turn yourself in, there is no hiding for you anymore.

Sometimes heaven forbid the smooth sailing of a ship. There must always be plenty of obstruction. How unlucky when the circumstances have force one to redirect its route. Unlucky for me, I happen to be taking this ship sailing across unsettled sea.

This year I presumed to be better then the last, how disappointing. Things just aren't flowing smoothly. Where did lady luck go? Just when I need her. This year is just getting worse and worse. Where should I begin? I thought having a not so fantastic job was good enough to get me going, at least I don't have to starve, no more. Ha! For the past two weeks, bad luck had been my best friend. First, I left the house leaving that huge chunk of dingle linger ringer thing I call "KEYS" at home, locking the door with them still attached to the door knob as I happily close the locked door behind me and left. How silly can anyone get. After my happy hour outside, I return home with a not so happy hour when I realised what a fool I have become. Stuck outside in the middle of the night, reluctantly I called in the locksmith. There goes my pay for the day. Being stupid need not be proved twice. For the second time in two weeks, I forgot my keys AGAIN!! How wonderful? My days are getting better. Its funny the same locksimth even gave me a discount for my absent minded behaviour.

After losing two days of pay I was happy to return to work, too bad. With a disfunction bowel I was told to return home at 7:30am and force to consult a doctor before I can work again. So I'm missing three days of work because I apparently am contagious. My story doesn't end here. Being a weekend here, it is totally impossible to find a doctor willing to take a look at my contagious situation. What to do? I had no choice but to check myself into the emergency ward. So there I waited, and waited and sat and waited and waited, 3 hours passed couldn't wait anymore I ask "so when is my turn" you are next that is all I hear.

Advise: Never believe what they say.

So i'm supposely next, I turn to sit and the guy opposite me who came later then me happen to be next, he stood up and went in. What a bastard! After waiting some more and some more I ask again.

Unbelivable comment: There are more serious patient, you are not considered to be in any serious danger.

Yup I can understand when I see not a single soul sitting before me. So who are these serious patient? Only one conclusion can be derived from this experience. Medical in Australia is exceptional. They make patients be real patient. They are capable of coming up with unsual medical terms to make you understand their situation. They love to prescribe common drugs found in a first aid kit at home, For example Panadol. The whole visit was pointless, I didn't feel any better and I think I can treat myself and I can treat many others, just prescribe Panadol, the wonder drug used for pratically every illness.

• Whatever you do, never ever fall sick in Australia cause you are doom to be left alone to wait and wait and wait more. If you have Panadol with you just take them, it is better then going to the emergency ward.
• I will try to take care of myself and avoid returning at all cost.
  

Nope the tiger is not an animal. It is a round plastic known as the tiger. Not the usual orange and black strips but black with orange strips. It is nickname after the tiger because of its colour. This is not its speciality, the unique feature of this plastic is its value. Some people might know, others wouldnt. Yup! it is $100. A round plastic chip valued $100. It can be traded for real money.

I stretch my arms out to recieve it from this gentlement. Not for anything but just a simple request for a bottle of cold water. I grab the tiger from him and it roared in my face sending a wide smile to my lips. Its the TIGER, the TIGER in my hands I think sliently for a moment, unable to believe my eyes. The tiger in my hands all for me, just for me to keep. My heart skip a beat out of excitement, sweating under all that make-up still stunt in disbelieve.

I speed of to the back and glare at the ferocious tiger. So slowly I tip it into the glass jar. There it sat sliently waiting for the day to end. Waiting for me to exchange the tiger for its prize.

Once again sunshine lights up the room, the long journey towards the top is almost over. After suffering so much hardship, a breath of relieve can finally be sigh. A note for this moment should be taken. Yes!!

Everyday, I mingle around with the upper class (some people would call them) others just brand them as being snobbish, too much money to fluant or even brainless souls. Whatever, I don't really care. It is not wrong being rich and famous. A millionaire can just walk into this room and nobody would even notice. Well at least I wouldn't notice because to me we are all the same person wise.

V.I.P this place is known, because only the exclusive members can walk into this room, sometimes they have to be invited. Seriously, they are really exclusive. It is good experience for me, I get to converse intelligently with doctors, professors, and people from around the world. I get to see what it is like to stand among them and be treated professionally.

Other than feeling more confident, it is very satisfying to see that they appreciate the hard work you put in. All those beautiful ice chocolate, cuppacino. The self satisfaction of making a really beautiful creamy, foamy, rich hot chocolate. YUM!! the expressions on their faces when they see the beautiful art. Nobody can deny the fact that they love it, they simply love it.

Is this life? This is my life.