i used to see that place as my second home. during my holidays, i spend most of my days and time there. now, is only once or twice a week. people that i used to look forward to meet when i go for work, have either left or changed. Gobi seems like having PMS everyday, maybe he is pregnant? i don't know? he seems easily irritated, his usual friendliness is not there anymore.
the wicked have survived this brutal working environment, the good men have left to priorities their time to something more important.
here, Olihua, is still surviving a-okay there. just too lonely when there is no costumer for me to entertain to. most of the time is only Macros and i. i stare at him, he stare back at me. sometimes when Little Mr Lee will come by and entertain me with his unique way of speaking. which is quite entertaining, because you can crap with him. just that now a days, Gobi must have taken a huge influence in his life. Little Mr Lee is sounding more and more like Gobi. every 2-5 word say, the *F word will either act as an adjective, punctuation or a noun.
yesterday there was this 800pax party going on. not very happening, if you want to compare it to the Grand opening. there is a life DJ spinning in 700 ( indoor dinning) and so, 700 was turned into a dance floor . 800 (outdoor dinning deck) were fully reserved for the VIP, whereas the 900 (Chill out deck) is the only pubbing and dinning area for the guest.
my voice box is hurting now. apart from the reason of the blasting music, another reason is because, i have to double raised my voice so the
