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Monday, September 22

Hi there all!
It's the year 2050 and...
I'm finally blogging!

-_-

But yes, I am that busy.
so shrivel up and die you homebodies.

Because,
I envy you.
I want a break!

I want time to sleep,
to look at the pigsty that my room is fast resembling,
to cry while watching my sappy formulated dramas,
and...
I want that darn bedroom set.
IwantIwantIwant!
RAWR.

Do not tell me no to use that word,
or I'll bite your head off. :D
Very serious.

Sighs.
Guess what?
I'm at work now. O.o

Life's been mundane.
Work work hang out work X 1000000000000000000000000000

You get the idea.

At Jazz.
Everything's cool,
and SO not exciting.

Maybe there's simply too much staff - 8 on a Friday!
or, the novelty's wearing off;
'cause I keep yawning! O.o

Or. I'm just tired.

But there are some very interesting customers.
I like Andy - rich guy, lousy drinker apparently.
He has a Mac Airbook! *envious*
It's like paper thin. Ptfs.

And there's this Steven guy,
very friendly. ((:
Big loud guy who is so nice to his girlfriend.
Except...he's old.
Hmms. Girlfriend or...?
HAHAHA!

Oh oh! And that Caucasian father and son.
The son is sooo weird - bordering on geeky.
He asked me to dance, and I said no.
Then he went very confidently,
"Only because you're in-charge right?"
As in, working.

I bet he's not American / British.
Uh uh. But NO. (:

His dad looks drunk, kind of reminds me of David Collins.
So being the nice staff that I am,
I offered him water.
He laughed and gave me a half hug instead.
AWKWARD!

Andrew thinks I should charge them.
Long story.
The other day, a regular came in and sat at my area.
He's pretty well known for offering cash in exchange for favours. O.o
Anyway, Ah Qit (Mr Seven) is hurting my reputation!
I'm clean okay. -_-

Mom's worried. HAHA.

I wonder how the rest will react.
Hms. Especially Daddy dearest! O.o

Oh.
And Andrew & Jason's new Jazz in the City tastes f a r n y .
It's refreshing - with stinky yucky gross cucumber.
Imagine, a cocktail with cucumber, vodka and Erdinger.

Receipe for fresh puke!
I don't like...
Sorry senior. (:

But apparently, the media does. O.o
You know, I think media has weird taste...

Hm.
Oh, and our bar stinks now.
Water frigging leakage.
It's smells like puke now!
So we actually lined the floor with kitchen towels to absorb the leak.
Except, they kind of look like toilet paper for gigantic asses. O.o

How unglamourous for Jazz.

I'm surprised Eddie took it quite kindly.
After all, their idea of self-plumbing
no kidding!
is supposed to help the company cut costs.
Alas!
HAHAHA! I laugh in your face.

Except when I have to help line the floors. -_-

At Prudential.
Well, it's retarded.
They have never given me a real list of things to do.
Or, they have a list of really trivial stuff.
So I almost always end up sitting around,
staring at the clock and counting the cash that is coming mi way.

B-o-r-i-n-g!

Like now.

Cards written;
clients called;
policies checked;
I'm hungry.

Hmpfs.
I've gone 5 hours without food already!
It must be some kind of achievement in my book. HAHA.

Blah. I'm gonna study on payroll.
Test's tomorrow... *pulls hair*

BOO.

15:56