actually i am so in need of sleep right now.
these past few days ive been working and working and working and working.
i totally hate china square's crowd.
they come in during their lunchtime and try a million tops/skirts/pants/dresses and end up buying none-
"sorry i dont think it fits."
eh,
fug you lah.

i seriously cannot imagine what it will be like during the great singapore sale.
maybe then i would have an entry dedicated for complaining about work.
not that i hate work.
working in a boutique is fun- but not when the customers just want to try and try like its their freaking wardrobe at home, but then dont end up buying any single thing.
your sales are bad, yet you end up going home tired all the time.
then you feel like a total idiot hanging and hanging clothes, running here and there just because some ass refuse to get the top size M by herself.
or worse, she is browsing that particular top and the sizes are all there, but due to plain stupidity or maybe some eye/brain/hand defect, she had to turn around and ask you whether you have size S.
hello freak, size S is infront of your face, you just have to look at the tag at the back of that clothing, REMEMBER?

im missing hafiz by the way.
i want to see him laugh again.
the feeling is similar to my yearning for cornetto royale or the new magnolia chocolate cone.

he had commented that these days i talk differently.
do i?
i guess its the lah, lor, mah at work.
and not too mention, speaking in broken english and cursing the customers in malay, cantonese, mandarin and some other dialects-
silently, of course.