in motion.

last few days and weeks have been hectic, hence my houdini act recurring. i apologize to my avid fans.

the staff has officially been fucked my the management of volar. after months of suspicion, doubt and for a select few, unwavering loyalty, the cheena bar at club street has finally been forced to close down.

JM is heading back to china after her long and slow torture. YBM is going to try out being a mamasan. and b is taking a holiday.

:(

nowhere to go and waste my time anymore. -pout.

the landlord of the place actually came down to threaten the cease of operations the next morning in the event that the bosses of volar did not contact him by the end of the night. as it turned out, the management did not only owe the staff money, but also the public utility board, several suppliers, the aircon maintenance company, and now freshly included in this ever-expanding list of surprises, the landlord.

several employees decided, after much thought and consideration, that we would go to one of the bosses, SL's apartment, seeing that LZ, the other boss might have already fled the country. there was no competition of the chances. they were both being strange, both not answering calls, both not replying messages, both motherfucking liars.

so nine people packed into two cars, and after a short stint in the rain, seven made it up to the apartment, while the ones with a more prominent streak of impatience gave up halfway and went home.

the place was a mess. with the exception of the one room which belonged to JM, two other rooms were completely empty, and the third room, locked belonged to SL.

JF, SL's loyal "brudder" was there. he took down names, contacts, and the amount of money the company still owed every employee, as if he was going to do somebody some justice. as fate would have it, YBM, our resident hungry ghost managed to find a four packs of instant noodles, a few eggs, some tou fu, and other items she could brew. since the gas had been cut off, which was no surprise, she decided to use the bloody rice cooker. to everyone's surprise, it fucking worked.

after the impromptu supper, the number of people in the apartment to five. since JF looked like he had no intention of leaving, and JM lived there, the last of us,YBM, b and i decided to take our leave.

halfway back, it dawned on all of us. and we took a u-turn back to club street. our operation began.

nothing was spared. we figured that if we didn't turn to such conduct, there was virtually no chance the previous bosses o f volar would return the money they owed. to avoid working there for basically nothing the last two months, this attempt was to, in essence, lessen the dull ache of pain in the heart that reminded YBM and b that they have been cheated.

b and i managed to come home in one peice, though barely conscious.

it was 3 fucking pm.