hewhew i'm nt dead,jus stucked at some corner of raffles plc for da past 6 wks.
all da 'zzz' and 'she's died' haf been coming in.hw touched i m,so imma gonna drop alil sumthang here so tt my blog's scroll gets to move up & nt stucked at da tammy post.
alryte a brief into on wad i've been up to da past dunnoe-god-damn-weeks.
mon:slavery at one corner (mind you,i dun haf a proper table hor)
tues:exploitation yet at another corner (oh i've found one after much shifting)
wed:as above,and doing god damned stuff
thur:as above, dis tym being made use pretty good of
fri:as above,& rest and relax with bubur chacha wit mich,toking cock wit joyce,and makan wit pam
sat:roadshow (dis tym slavery on the streets and pretty much professional beggars)
sun:as above
note:all days (pretty much) are combined with OTs and roadshows
here u go,nt tt i wanna be dead,haha.
wheneva i see sum1 on da streets trying to intro me some cards or some sorta crap,no matter hw fucked up irritated i feel,da one thang i'd keep in mind is TO REJECT POLITELY,cos practically on wkends,i'm transformed frm da ITP intern to da professional beggar/puller/pusher/psycho/smoker(someone woe smokes pple ta sign up cards)!i noe hw they feel,oh da sense of rejectn,those tt u can't help it and furthermore it's jus tt fucked up job of urs when u earn a blady meagre salary and off u splurge it agn.
da worst thang is....to be seen in tt obiang uniform and gett spotted by none other den ya....CLASSMATE!awwww....tt sux pretty much.
was trying to promote da ladies card on sat at wisma when,dunnoe hw lucky i m,to actually intro da card to ANGELA (wit her bf).dunnoe wad da fuckin hell m i tinkin (tot she's some potential or sumthang)?!ewwww....and den agn she wasn't da first,jus tt diz tym i cudnt cover my blady face wit da pamphlets in tym and
pai sed-ed myself.
well i attempted (of cos) to sneakk out for dinner after all da blady shit i've done once or twice (yeah in those few wks),and jio-ed chic they all out for dinner.man,da earliest advance bookin i cud do is da afternoon of da dinner cos i realli figure out wad da blady bosses r tinkin,'hope u can finish up these blady throw-backs b4 u leave'.mind u,da boss used 'HOPE',i too HOPED to finish it bt cummon,lyke ur fuckin pangsai company is so efficient lidat.it's still OT after all da shit tokin.
da onli gd thang bout MAGI (okok its pronounced as MER-JAI,wtf,nobody n i mean nt even a single soul has said it correctly.woe in da rite mind woe tink of mer-jai YOU toad ass!sounds more human rite if its MAGI mee) is da colleagues/frens/pple/not-so-colleagues-not-so-frens, TC(tok cock) sessions held in da morning, makan during da late afternoons wit haagen dazs,ben & jerrys,bubur chacha,sweet potato soup,u wun realli die of hunger at my plc there seriously.
ah wadeva.i've skipped da first 2 lect of sku today due to...erm sorta lethargy or ma-body-nt-gettin-adapted-2-da-no sense thang-of sku's-starting-n-i haven-slp-4-nutz.oh HOW ME is tt.
kez,will update bck agn if i start to decompose n decides to resurrect yet agn.
till then,toodooloo.
