that silvery case thingie you see on the right. please, please, please get it out of my room for the sake of humanity!
me brother offered to keep this terror 17th century cello after bringing these deutsche people around and doing all those necessary preparations before they ackshully performed at the esplanade.
it costs more than our house, said my brother.. to his sibling who shat his pants. i'm not even stepping near the cabinets for fear of that instrument igniting, what with static and all :P
anyhoo, i've just completed part iii of in-store training.. things are starting to pick up despite all those hours staring blankly into their myriad of kopi books and scribbling over a cup of kopi-o-kaosai-kao. i'm getting used to my partners, my drinks and the dishwasher.
i can make ice-blended flappycino's now, and yes, they're lumpy as hell.
always remember to down a bottle of valium when ordering a tall rhumba drink when my shift's on - you never know what those little black bits in the drink may be. >:)
