it's "sirs" and "mams", silent "shits" and "damns".

it's "sirs" and "mams", silent "shits" and

"damns".



work was AWFUL and i never felt SO tired in my life. yes, not even when i have to wake up at 3 AM to wait for the bus and travel 2 hours to another country to attend lessons in the wee hours of the morning, say 7:20 AM?


i had to stand and stand was what i did for the whole time. did almost all the same-old waitress-ing thing, except for taking orders. cause i wasnt ready to? i cant believe i was so nervous/excited for the first hour that my voice trembled when i welcomed the customers.


i felt juvenile and awkward, bored and sore, uneasy and weak. i am having intentions to quit. tsk tsk, weakness.

but then. come on, the pay is meagre and standing is terrible and there are no hot guys (just malays and i am not racist!) and i cant laugh or speak at ease cause i know NOBODY (hahaha. say it fast five times.) and i am hoping i see no one familiar cause i look hideous. plus, i said so much "sir" and "mam" that it constantly reminded me of how weird i thought sean was when he said those. damnation. and sean, you are not nice. waitor-ing is not fun. at all.


ah i want to quit. moment of weakness. but nyeh, it wont pass. madness, i am infested with. i need my bum-around-and-make-muffins days back; hand it to me with a gazillion (and counting) greens please. money; the world adores you and the world is me. hahhahaaaa. judging from my blabbers and constant mis-spelt "hahhhs" i think you know i know you know they know we know you all know that i am alittle kooked. with despair, spice and everything sadistically nice.




ahh well. i am off to bed again, though i just woke up after a nap from 7 to 2. lovely times. bedbedbed. sleepsleepsleep. dreamsdreamsdreams. bye.







ta-ta.

xoxo.


tyng is super lonely cause her close friends in

msia are now all gone.



she will visits cinemas alone now.