Be Quick, Be Decisive, Be Me, Be You. Be Something If Not Everything New. Be There To Be For Me. Be There To Know What We Can Be.

ladies and gentleman, have you ever felt like you're the cause of someone's heartbreak. to know that you have this sense of guilt. to know that you just caused grief to someone. now that person is feeling super sad, depressed, hopeless, suicidal (well, not really), melo-dramatic? hm, no? never? hm, me too.

Money

i get money. i get money. i get money. i can keep singing that song by 5o cent 'i get money'. hm, yeah...not much...but at least it's something. hm, well, gotta keep it. can't let it disappear. gotta take care of it. make sure i don't overspent...like on donuts, ya kun kaya toast, countless bottles of 100 plus, new t-shirts...100% whey protein. hm, that's why i wanna get. hm, take time.

MST

anatomy and physiology is over. alright, not bad. hm, can pass. funny way of their marking scheme. hm, well, now it's time for maths. what the hell, i don't even know what to study. what do you think i'm gonna get for my maths in this conditon? hm, i can't even think straight. what i said in that sentence probably didn't make sense but i'm still sticking to it. hm, well, hope maths goes easily. gotta rush off after that. hm, well, i think my rushing plan works. just that i gotta catch the early transport and all that.

Work

shit, had to sit through this shit table. 7 bitches. half of them butches. really fat too, all of them. then the bitch sitting at the head of the table, was like trying to act cute with me and so i played dumb with her. "for the soup, it comes with the garlic bread? hm, can i have another one? what must pay? hm, is the size the same? (i replied with yes, how can i say no even though the answer IS no. i mean, measure it bitch, it's not the fuckin same). hm i think we take the soup. no just one garlic bread. (and who'll be sharing the soup?) hm you can give a soup spoon to all seven of us (i said 'okay' in a serious manner)" she laughs. her friend butts in and says she's just joking. i wanted to say, no she's just being a bitch who happens to think she's funny. and throughout this whole scene, she's staring at me with her bitch slit eyes. oh, you wanna have a confrontation? hm, bring it on asshole. hm, talking about confronatations. me and the chef were like having a nice chat about soemthing. here it goes. scene goes a customer ordered a chicken pie. the pastries has not been baked yet. told to customer he had to wait 10 mins. customer said he had no problem waiting.

chef: first time ah? first time ah?

me: first time what? (first time see your face? unfortunately no. sadly i've been seeing your black-borned-sour face since day one)

chef: you got tell customer need to wait.

me: ya la, got. he say can wait.

chef: how long time you say he wait?

me: 5-10 mins. he say no problem. he can wait.

chef: what if not 10 mins. what if make more like 15 mins?

me: (hm, then that means you not doing your job properly) then i tell customer about it lo.

chef: what if customer don't want wait?

me: (if don't wanna wait, then ask him buy soemthing else...duh...upsellllll) customer said...he...can...wait.

chef: next time must check with kitchen. then must tell the customer to wait. what if cannot wait? then how?

me: (then we all go outside and do raindance) customer said he can wait. if he cannot wait, then i surely will let him know have to take time. if still don't want to wait, i won't ask him to buy the chicken pie. ask him get something else. if anything i will talk to customer.

chef was looking kinda intimidated. he kept swallowing when talking to me. and i was like keep wanting to laugh. cause he couldn't express himself properly in english. hm, does he know that i can understand mandarin? hm, never mind. overall, it was a freaking tiring day. not physically. mentally. hm, stupid tables trying to act lame. i think i encountered tables like these four times. shit, don't do this to me bastards. we know you hate your life. don't make us hate yours too.

Culda