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When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.
Pain is inevitable, but misery is optional.

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Thursday, September 18, 2008

Imagine a THREE LAYER PORK MEAT,standing infront of you, with a suck-up face.
Me: Sorry we're close at 8pm.
3layermeat: Oh but i came at 8pm *pointing on her watch*
Me: Oh but we are already close *pointing to the computer* [I was sitting directly beside the door bitch]
She walked away......
Serving finish my last customer, 3layermeat appeared siting infront of my desk.
Me *staring at her*
3layermeat: the guy ask me come to you after u serve finish.
Fuck.
Feeling damn annoyed i ignored her continuing to do my scanning and shipping.

Then she say, so are u taking my phone? HOW BADLY I WANTED TO SAY NO! but nevertheless, i said yahh. Her ic was on the paper, and i just took the paper and flung her ic, and went into the room, where my flowery language started pouring out.

In the end, sai helped me to serve, because i was so damn pissed.

Curse her phone to fall into the toilet bowl and due to corrosion be declared at BER - Beyond Economic Repair. So fucking fat becareful when u sit ur fats suffocated you bitch. One of the idiots that doesnt understand simple english - WE'RE CLOSED.

Next being nice i helped my colleague - robert to talk to a customer from china. Not being "countrist" here, but i guess i'm born to be bias against them. Robert then took the phone in and started browsing thro this guy's phone. Then he showed me a video in it, at first i thought it was a comedy, but it turned out to be porn. Not 1 or 2 videos, but at least handfuls of 10!! The thought of me having to talk to him, makes me feel YUCKS. Not to mention the video is like so freaking damn BLUR. Zzzz So what is there to see? ._.

TMR IS MY OFF DAY:D

&my results turned out to be atrocious ):

But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay