Two days ago, it was said it was a day created for longevity, an auspicious day. The everlasting date, for eternity and the list goes on.

Two days ago, nothing makes sense. Nothing I said go through, nothing he said soothes me. In agony, we slept with our bitterness. We are two strangers living in a 800 sq feet apartment. Conflicted and constricted, we both kept our mouths mum.

A day that started almost perfect ended with sharp tongues.

Was I missing something? Was there a memo left for me, unread?

Suspended account and the immense need to write, hence, invading as a guest blog.

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Some say white lies are appropriate, some say necessary.

Truths are overrated, the truth never helps, the truth always hurts.

So, a little white lie or the painful truth?

What works better for you might not work for others.

I have been seeking the truths and hiding the lies.
Where do I stand?
Tall and timid. Proud and agony.
The guilt and relief, all in a moment.

The lie you hide in that black box is a half truth, discovering a half truth is a lie.

I prefer knowing the truth, she prefers accepting the lie.
Do men and women perceive lie and white lie differently?
Do they lie conveniently?
Telling the truth allows little hesitation and forgiveness.
Perceiving the truth requires more courage and denial.

Should a white lie be glorified?

HELLO!

Ginny is on a roll now, doing things that she doesn’t like to do so I’m taking over for 1 short post!

Totally don’t know what to write actually, but I thought her blog has been long dead so it needs a little refreshment before any of you guys leave slowly one by one!

I have always been impressed by good voices, and once I’m into a performance I’ll be with it forever. I don’t know how you all will find this video. Moderate, just okay – but if you try singing the song then you’d see what I mean – it’s really hard to hit the notes correctly, hold them, what more giving it a melodious touch.

Everybody has their own preferences of voices so opinions my differ. But I’m always impressed by acccurate adlibs especially after the 3.20 point

Folks nowadays are inventing labels for what they do and who they are that are confusing the hell out of me. Sometimes, i gotta think more than twice before some shit comes out of my mouth that may not be “socially acceptable” at best, and could get me killed at worse.

Y’all know that you probably be eating lead for calling a negro “negro”. Instead they want to be known by the color of their skin which may not be entirely accurate coz black is not really a color. Of course calling them “dark coffee brown” people which is technically more accurate, is a mouthful and way less sexy.

It seems I am not even suppose to call a janitor “janitor”, they wanna be known as “custodians”.

Midgets wanna be known as “little people”.

Green freaks wanna be called “tree huggers”.

And the list goes on and on.

To avoid foot in mouth situations in da future, I have pre-empted that certain folks may wanna be called different going forward. So here’s my “socially acceptable” labels for some these folks which I hope will find its way to Roget’s soon:

OLD: Driver  NEW: Steerologist

OLD: Prostitutes NEW: Cockpit Managers

OLD: Househusband NEW: Man-Wife

OLD: Security Guard NEW: Almost Cop

OLD: Toll Collector NEW: UAT (United Against Automation)

OLD: Toilet Attendant NEW: Guardian of Relief

(thanks for reading my short contribution to social evolution – arthur the guest blogger)

Here’s how I got to post here

Gin: You very free and bored right?

Me: Yes but going to sleep soon.

Gin: NO! Write my blog for me.! ANYTHING!

Me: *hesitated* *stops for 2 mins* okay.

Short intro of me, born and raised in KL, went to KDU and then furthered my studies in Switzerland where i finished BA. Now I’m working in Singapore!. Well i guess it’s okay for me to say that I had more exposure working here than my home country. Seriously. Anyways, after BA you can throw it aside because its only your ticket to getting your first job. The rest in my industry is all about the experience haha.!

So i landed my first job as a butler in a casino hotel. Sounds like a shitty job but in fact its pretty interesting because its not an ordinary hotel but a fast paced one since everything’s about gambling. Money in and out most of the time. Why butler? because I personally think that it’s a challenging job, fast paced, spontaneous, and also just wanting to make people happy. An example of a regular role of butler:  hey you!! go and buy me stuff.. hands us the list and we get it done.

After joining in for a month I came to realized that the job is not only to fulfill the wishes of our guests but also to make 1 step ahead. To go the extra mile. In service line, I’m sure this is pretty common but what’s the thing here is that we are free to use our creativity to go all out to take the 1 step ahead. Sounds pretty cool huh, actually it’s okay for a first time guest but not returning ones because you have to really scratch your head to think of something else to WOW them. Oh well, back to the drawing board again. And that’s how my everyday job goes by.

Now, here’s the thing. Everybody’s been asking me, so have you met any challenging people yet. I tell them everyday, we have high rollers, VVIP’s, just plain nothing to do and born rich people, and of course the singaporeans =). Please do take note we also have CHEAPOS! (Those that takes whatever’s free and chunk it in their suitcase and brings it home). Well, everyone of them poses different kind of challenges such as the speed of getting the food from 1st floor to 50th floor perhaps. Actually not just food, just about everything and anything requested will be done. Tough job.. I know but it’s fun. The end product is that we delivered good service and the guests leaves with a big…. =)! or even =D! hopefully not =/ or =(. Then we’ll get shot haha.

Another thing is the amount of tips. Obviously this information cannot be disclosed haha but I can only say this. Come and visit me and perhaps I’ll tell you =). I can’t disclose the place which I am working in as well but I will give you a hint at the end which is pretty obvious to everyone. Hopefully in time to come when I’m dead free and Ms.Ginny is around I could write another cover on myself.

So! If you’re very free, and don’t mind spending at least 3,000 SGD a night here please come by!.

Perhaps you could ask Gin about my name.

PS: It’s the property with a huge ship on the roof.

Night night readers.