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Sunday, July 19, 2009

for seven months working in a french restaurant, with two months of hiatus, i've never post anything 'bout my ups and down in there. well let this be the first one. work was hectic today. and honestly, today was the most i felt so much irritated, and frustrated with fricking customers. i swear i was cursing deep inside of me, but work has to be done. i swear i rather wear roller blade so i don't need to run here and there. like diner dash you know. hahaha. customers like so making full use of our restaurant till they didnt even care how they eat. like as if they have holes on their lips, or they actually sat on the floor instead of the comfy cushion. and asked for cups of h2o, but in the end not even a sip. and keep asking to heat up the food, one by one. one by one okay. wth. and don't they have any patience. we know they're hungry monsters. still its fricking irritating. well its a good thing we have service charge. hohoho. i'm working more than my pay. yet i'm enjoying working, with wonderful colleagues, in that french restaurant. (:

okay, right now, i'm like babysitting my two fricking siblings. with my lil sister talking right beside my ear, and she just farted! what the fuck! hahahaha! and now she's slapping and pinching. i swear i wanna smack her fricking face. woohoo. and lil brother is choosing movies from the stack of cds. waa we having marathon marnn. due to parents freeeeeeee!

migraine really have no mercy on me since yesterday night. but keeping myself talking and laughing might help, i think. ): ahhhh sakit.

boy, i'm sorry if ytd's conversation might shocked you, eventho you're not in the mood. but just rmbr one thing, i've never regret knowing you. and you'll always be my good friend. ♥

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