The following entry that you're going to read is going to be the most vulgar, still indirect, entry you will read to date. So if you think it's you than that's not my fucking problem. You assumed it yourself.
Work today was a total bitch. I was working in the morning shift. I usually don't function as well as in the afternoon shift cause firstly I'm not a bloody morning person and secondly, I don't know the menu (though it's bloody easy to memorize) that well to say I'm capable without auntie Lilian around. So I was teamed up with Khai, auntie Lilian, Auntie Dora. Yes. And that's it. Four people fighting against a never ending war with customers asking for slaps in their faces and crew members who fucking jam the counter and I become the fucking scapegoat for all the shit you fuckers do. And please, go call a doctor if you want to complaint. Don't come giving me that 'Puss-in-boots' look and expect me to come lick your cunt and help you out. If you want something from me, ask. Don't come beating around the fucking bush like some Bollywood movie and expect me to be your hero when I can't even save my own ass.
We are all tired and fucked up about this so save me the ranting and your insides of how you feel. Well, guess what? I don't like it if people try to suck up so that they can get something in return. Well fuck off. I don't work that way. I work based on legal trades. I give you something, you give me something in return. Simple. I do my own fucking business, you mind yours. Don't come running to me trying to do my work then fucking complaint. Well, screw the way the system is treating us. It wouldn't be called a system if it wasn't screwed up, it would have been called heaven for the matter of fact.
So thinking the day couldn't be any worse. Got slapped in the face again. Well this time must do extra work. Eh hi, I what? Your fucking slave? I get paid for doing certain things during certain hours. And maybe what he said is true. Now I'm the fucking new target. Before I get really mad and really start throwing boxes around the store someone's got to stop this mess. Screw you if you're not happy with my mouth. I say what I want to and you can't do shit to it. And yes, I get vulgar once I'm pissed. Not cause I ran out of vocabulary words, but it's because vulgarities make a better impact. And fuck it, can't you fucking see the difference between me being pissed and just fooling around. Fuck! No one's making a fucking joke here and no one's calling the wolves. So shut the hell up!
Now that I'm done with that, back to the better part of the day...
So I went to Pasir Ris to go see Natasha and headed to her family doctor's clinic which was around her area, just to find out they couldn't do a checkup without my health booklet. Hello, I'm here for a check up, why the hell do you want to know about my injections? It's not like as though I'm asking for a jab.
So feeling rather aimless, we walked all the way to the interchange thinking of what to do. She wanted to make up to me cause I came down all the way to the other side of Singapore just to find out that the doctor didn't want to do the checkup. So we walked and walked and walked. Reached White Sands shopping center. Headed to the library to grab a book but her tummy was saying 'help me' (that's what she told me)
MacDonald was the only place we could think of and afford. I had my sandwich inside my bag from work so I was munching on that. Daniel (her cousin) and Lynn (this girl who likes me) came to join in with us. My impression of Lynn, rather quiet. My first impression of Daniel, alamak this guy 'gerek' lah. So we ended up talking shit till 9.30pm cause he had to go to work and I wanted to head down home. The journey back home was a really really long one. I don't know people can actually survive such torture of just traveling for long hours. I would probably die.
Thanks to her, she made my day. She made me smile. She made me laugh and that is all I need to make my day a good one and something to think about in future. She's like my mummy cause she always says
"Don't be a big baby!"
Well, I love cuddling up to her and telling my problems. What's wrong with that? She's nice to me. Well, at least she cares...
.: tHe LOnG tRiP BaCk :.
