People change. I've changed too. Like my innocence, materialistic hunger, exposure, inability to trust anyone & so on and on. With the exception of my stubborn nature.
As we all evolve, during the growing phase of my life I have found simple joy. It came from serving others needs without ridiculous expectations. Perhaps one of the best moments of my life when I observed the above mentioned in a lil Italian Cafe in Science Park.
I was a bumper back then. No Joke! I barely knew what I should go for in life. So I did waiteressing. I was working or rather enjoying myself in this Science Park Anthonio's Cafe. But it wasnt that bad an option as what my mom thought to be. In fact she didn't knew I was did coffee making. Making espressos whose cost price is only 50cents and selling them at $3.00. Not bad eh. Stacking Muffins, pies and sandwiches personally supplied from the bakery.
I was mostly engaged in physical than mental activities. Stacking 10 odd alfresco tables with 30 wooden straw chairs together. Sometimes I would accidentally disrupt the lil rodents and blackened lizards to jump off from their sleep.
Temperature was horrendous. Its an outdoor cafe, exposed to the rain, humidity and shine. The perspiration sticks, face gets oily and dark blotches of sweat stamped in the underarm part of the Marooned Polo T. Somehow I wonder why I didnt complain like I do now. Perhaps call it Vanity.
So What kept me going then?
The aroma of the espresso brewing. Any anti-coffee freaks would risk betting their last dollar to loving it. The music of the coffee beans grinding. Which means fresher coffee and sales are picking up. Stainless Steel Coffee spoons stirred like the shape '8' by demure office ladies. Only to know they are enjoying their cuppa along with our out loud Radio screaming Class 95. Me preparing pastas to their Al Dente. The origniation for my Pasta Addiction.
Then how about ogling at tight bodied expats esp the Europeans.
Well I'm not ashamed about my undying fascination for the Europeans than the Americans. They just seem to appreciate the Espresso and know how to enjoy their lunch & still manage to look LEAN & MEAN.
Have I mentioned the Lunch Time Crowd? A meal easily could cost about $5.20. Wasn't it pretty high in 2001? There are some who would still visit us daily twice which calculates to my 2 hour pay? I would wonder that if these people are really rich or the food we served was great? I prefer the latter though. :P Well now that is what I would spend just for my BreakFast. Damn Inflation.
By 4pm, I'll be released off to go home. But it would be pretty damn early to knock off home. So I'll hitch a Bus ride to Paya Lebar to see my boyfriend. Who was then a Temporary Pallet stacker for SingPost. (Sadly we're no longer together since last year). He was such a simple and less complicated guy. We were so thrilled to meet each other. No expectations, no commitments! No Tensi0ns. Only a bike with petrol from the rider and the Pillion both fists latched from back without any say. & Love in the name of Fuel to keep both the Vehicle and Us going. Gosh. It didnt matter if we stink with our work sweat. Just ride to explore. Just Damn fucking good Jolly Ride. Seeking different woody spots in Singapore. Gosh, this was what I meant as Puppy Love perhaps. How does it feel like to be in such again?
Going back home was another challenge. Tough to let each other go. & Soon when we reach home- the handphone conversation began. Back then only Starhub had free incoming. I wonder if I could have survived without that Telco.
Now with a decent job to die for- a Far Cry since 2000, comfortable lives, Gd enough to afford a Cuppa daily & he's gone.
I'm so unfamiliar to those moments. Where am I? What am I to do to supress those yearnings...
Best Regards
Nithya L Krishnan
Financial Services Consultant
Maybank @ Tampines
Partnerships Distribution
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