meeting him for only a few hours each week is a real torture.

they can only share a few smses here and there in a day, and he will fell asleep before she even had the chance to hear his voice.
normally she'll get very mad, but nowadays she couldnt bear to throw her baby tantrums anymore.
she must have realised how tired he is everyday.








so all she could do..
is to just go through the week with the hope of meeting him for that very few hours.

And I know this much is true
Baby, you have become my addiction
I'm so strung out on you
I can barely move... but I like it.

two days of not working, very weird.
but i guess these two days can be fruitfully used to do some things- like updating my blog.
how's the song? somewhere over the rainbow...
haha.

went on a shopping spree at watsons with syarina just now.
initially i just wanted to get the T3 body scrub and sponge.
but then i got clearasil facial wash, biore's pore pack, blusher, keychain for syarina, lucido's hair cream.
$40++ in total. so had to pay by nets la.. since i only withdrew 20 bucks.
anw, had roti prata at the library's cafe with her. we both had a plain and egg prata each.. which is surprising, cos that 5 yr old monster usually cant finish all that by herself.
the cornetto royale is next.

cannt wait for this weekend, saturday especially.. since now i can see the boy for only a few hours each week. sighs.

when im not working,
i have to be out.
or i'll be thinking of this-and-that.

and these this-and-that,
are taking over my mind.

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.

and so i finally got my grandma to do the alterations to my pair of jeans.
so now i do not have to be so conscious as to whether my jeans are mopping the floor beneath me.
gonna meet the boy two hours from now.
its always a pleasure seeing him in uniform. (=