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Friday, December 12, 2008
allowed entry at 1:54 am



I. Am. So. Bleeding. Proud. Of. Myself.
My pay's been in for 5 days already and I haven't spent it unnecessarily, besides the daily essentials.
Ohkay maybe I spent 3bucks on a new colour of nail polish but that's it.
Whoa.

Aiyah I hate painting my own freaking nails.
Muke aku akan mainkan peranan yang penting with the stressed face, tryina make everything look proper.
Hurh.
Ah, but worth it.


Holidays. Are. In.
Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahaha.
Like fucking finally.
I'm hoping to get a shitload of morning shifts for work so I'll have more time to go lepak, shop, do stupid stuff, and urgh, finish up the projects and assignments. Sodding bullocks.


Speaking of work, I love my managers can.
Cause apparently they love me too.
I'm usually late for work, not 1, 5 or 10 minutes but sometimes 1 fucking hour late, they'll close 1 eye and keep quiet.
This hip-hop gundu idiot came less then half an hour late just once and got a fucking warning letter AHAHAHAHA
I can call in last minute to say that I can't make it for work and they'll find a replacement for me.
This other muke busok gundu idiot couldn't come for work, claiming she has an MC which she didn't, and got the scolding of a lifetime in the shop. Mahahhahaa.
It pays to be a hard-worker when it comes down to business aye.

But the junior part-timers damn cheebai kia. Jyeah, I'm the senior AHAH.
Ask to do work, talk talk talk. Had the cheek to freaking say to me, "Yah I know lah. I know!"
Fuck you, what you know you bloody shithead.
Ask to vacuum, complain. Ask to mop, complain. Alot of customers, complain. No customers, complain. Nabey fucking cheebai.
Ask to replace me for a few hours say cannot. I had to come to work even when my school projects haven't even started yet and when I've covered for so many people countless times.
Ask to help me handcarry 15 fucking thick winter jackets from Tampines Mall all the way down to the store also cannot. I had to carry 3 gi-freaking-normous bags of clothes all by myself. Member steady je cakap, "Oh sorry Fareena, I got no Ez-Link card".
PUKI. Dengar2 tak boleh pakai cash pe naik train pergi Tampines Mall! Dengar-dengar aku carry 3 bag besar pergi balik store naik bus! I took the fucking cab back to the store you bloody obnoxious baboon!
URGH. THE FUCKING KIDS THESE DAYS.



To think that I could leave you and let you lead your own life.
Guess I was wrong. You can't control your own life by yourself.
I leave a couple of things in my life untouched and they all bloody go haywire.

Urgh I can't wait for 2008 to end. Suckiest year to date.
END ALREADY, GODDAMMIT!


Timmy. Bastard siak kau tak reply aku nye text.
Aku dah ready set go to dating dating with you ahahahahaahahahaha snort.
Aku nak merajok ah bye.