Caffeinated.

Night of the twenty-sixth was by far the worst night, ever. I couldn't tame my wild imagination, and it overwhelmed the best of me, breaking my knees at every thought that ran through my mind. Without you, I would crumble, feeling helpless, with every futile attempt to bury the dolour.

Forked out some money to foot the charge for my cab ride to work. That is the price to pay when you want to seek better comfort and speed in a public transport, amongst all your other choices. I have got to be grateful, anyway, since I got to my destination without being tardy. Still maintaining a squeaky clean record.

I clocked in at noon. I can vividly recall the exact words a lady barked at me.
"I told you I don't want tar tar sauce, right!"
Puki kau botak.
A s H says:
hey u iece of shit, the sos on to of your puny fish is the lbs. not tartar sos
Pardon Ash's numerous typing errors. It is Earth Day to him every night.

Night shift was a blast. With the combined forces of ex-Crestians, you can expect lots of proactiveness, righteousness, care and self-motivation.
*Dodges from flying rotten eggs*
We have got Nabilah handling station A, Jean running station B, Mahir juggling between C and D, and finally, a male bar runner, Nur.
How awesome is that.

Doubt I can continue any further. May tomorrow be a better day.

Goosenuts.