Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Do my homework.

I SHOULD SERIOUSLY TURN IN EARLIER EACH NIGHT AND GET AMPLE REST. Phyo and Minthu said my eyes looked tired.

I was thirty minutes late for work today. I wasn't informed of the change in my schedule, and that explains. In retrospect, guests were generally fine today. Unfortunately, I was literally idling around for an hour. The restaurant was empty from 1600 to 1700, thereabout. I took my own sweet time to mop the floor. I did the sauces. I labelled new stocks and place them inside the cupboard. Those ice in the water jugs have already melted. Then Farhan came. Once I knocked off, we had our meals together. When he got down on the floor, I went along to help as well. Apparently, I worked an extra of four hours, for free. It was definitely worthwhile!

Lovezxzxzx.
May Ann stayed behind to help out with closing. Farhan and I went up to smoke. (No, I didn't smoke.) Anyway, it seemed like my journey home today was shorter.

(I know she would want this to be mentioned.)
NABILAH ZAHARAH SHAH, ALONG WITH NURUL AIN BINTE MUSTAFA CAME DOWN TO SEE ME. Sorry, babes, I can't bear to leave just now. Thank you all the same, for waiting.

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