My Kfc hostel

This is the restaurant's hostel for employee who lives far from hometown. Emm.. I've only got the inside picture of the hostel though but that will do. Fortunately for this hostel, I only take the best (Don't know if you consider the best..) picture of the hostel. Other parts of the hostel is just NASTY!!! You wouldn't bare to see!

This is the living room. That's the rice cooker, television, the decoder and everything else that is not quite interesting...

This is the stock that just arrive. Usually it stays there for a few days before being moved to the store. All of these stock just lying there just front of the entrance. These messy pile of stock could be quite of headache. It's just keep bugging my eye!!

Finally, 'THE DOOR'!! nothing much actually. Only the door to rooms of Kfc employee. the first room owned(not actually) by Ng and Zul. The next room which has two rooms connected together owned by As and Zai. The last room (which has many humans inside!) owned by Dav, Chua, Ed, Mar, and so on.. There is one person who is sleeping on the living room, Hafiz. Ok! That's all for now!! Dadda!

Not worthy enough...

Hmmm... yesterday was our last choir practice for Christmas eve and Christmas day. It was that night that our leader was about to announce who will be pick to go "outstation" for caroling. My heart was quickly pounding because tenor was first to be pick. My heart was crushed when my name was not mentioned. I was blank for a second, and then I felt as if my whole body was about to crumble and collapse. The first thing that came up in my mind is 'WHY WASN'T I PICKED!!'. Sadness, disappointment, rage, confusion was all mixed up with my feelings. Wasn't I was worthy enough to join them??!!..... Am I overreacted? I'm sorry... The thing is.. when I was on form 2 (14 years old), my school was auditioning each interested student to join the choir. I've join the audition for sure. Then the time has come to announce who will be picked to join the school choir. Guess what, I wasn't picked. Then I've join the audition again the next year, and the next, and the next but my name wasn't even mentioned. That leave a very deep scar on my heart and my feelings. So, every time I face the same experience, it would remind me of my past and causes me to mourn for quite a long time. Every time the same thing happens, my mind was always like 'WHY??!! WHY??!! what did i do to deserve this???!!'. The Strong and magnificent voices of people that was pick for the choir was depressing me with the question on my head "WHY WASN'T I WAS PICK TO JOIN THAT VERY AMAZING GROUP OF CAROLLERS??!! IT WAS MY DREAM TO BE AMONG THEM!!". So I left, pretending to be all right. Forcing that fake, ulgy smile on my face...

Going to Caroling

It's 7:43 night and im going to caroling with other member of my church. we do caroling every year to spread the news of god's born child. as you can see, i'm wearing white because white represents pure and clean. At least that's what our leader said... Well, I'm off to Spread the news..

The Black Out!!!

Suddenly happend a black out!! huh! And the kfc restaurant was hot as an oven!! while me, fortunately brought my laptop and say "hey! why not update my blog!! so here I am". While I was updating my blog, my friend MR vic, was always bothering me! Well, the whole team was here too to enjoy the agony of hotness. Ed was the backup, Vic was the the cashier (me too), Josh was the cook. Diana was not in the picture. She takes care of the lobby though. Vic was Always bothering me!! haha! Funny Vic!! (what's up with the ketchup promo anyway???!!)

My Work Place

Wazzup! After a few weeks, my boring life has lead me to my new work place. It's KFC lido (penampang area). So, i got a job as a cashier. Well, I thought cashiers jobs is only to punch order. But packing is also the cashier job so that the customer satisfaction is maintain (if the customer wants all tigh parts of the chicken, then you have to give it to them..). After a while I got used to it. Mayby I'll be working here for a long time.

My Cap (Von Dutch)

Whiew! I finally got out of national service after 3 month! It's not that I don't like being there, it's just that I didn't get much freedom for a youngster like me. Anyway, after I got out from there, my head was kinda, sorta, have less hair (Well, every national service trainee must have a shaved head right?). So, I decided to buy A CAP! while I was busy trying to find a suitable cap the next morning, a Von Dutch cap was looking interesting just hanging on the store. I then decide to buy that cap (well, I picked that cap because other caps was soooo dull and have same design and colour).