daym am super dead tired 2nite but i'm gna spare a little time ere i suppose. it's almost like i've abandoned friendster! i'm 17 and working!!of cos it ws sumtg me n my dad argued a lot. somehow it seemd like a miracle when he act agreed on letting me work.(since my 2 elder sisters weren't allowed to)geez*
back to working life..simply AWESOME!!!....well me there's a little lie in it...or maybe a ton of it..daym its so bloody tiring..the first 2 days were kinda okie..i ws dead bored and had to bit my lower lip contsly so tat i dont fall asleep. i often wondered what it'd b like if my boss had to wake me up one day..wooshh..acid flashback
den the computer system started functioning again. when my boss told me that i felt like as though he spoke somekinda mutant language. it ws so sickening!!and malaysians!!aihss i'll get bck to that later. somehow it's only been 6 days of me working though i feel its been 6 years. my boss is simply super cekap-ing =) (those who've read my blog ya'll noe wat i mean) one things for sure i really do admire his height!!maybe a lil jealous but still!!he's so tall!!but no i'm not blaming myself for being short. my parents genes were a little mixed up thats all.
back to my awesome boss. he allows me to play sudoku while i'm at work!how's cekapng is tat?and he helps me out whenver i'm in deep shit. u noe its so hard to act smile at customers when u're in a middle of your -i'm -so-sleepy-yawn. and some people can seem to get onto my nerves!!i duno why do they have to make things so troublesome!then there's the malaysian walk. i just cant stand seeing em doing it. if only i had inspectors Gadget's gadget,,i wudn't mind a hard shove at them
im still so dead tired!!of course i've got to slog. wna save money and go japan in april!!hahahx and i wna stand tall ( more like stand short) and proudly tell that i've paid for every single expense there. damn the price you have to pay to keep your pride. btw sometimes i feel so dumb in my working place!i mean my chess playing skills,,thinking,,drama acting ability( i miss those ajinamoto and chettiar days!!) crapping,,imitating,,rapping,,MCR-copyrighting skills are just so..........*error*....................aihss..u get my point..
As for morons taking centuries at the receptionist counter, Ie gone through worse! If youe observed a petrol station close enough youl know that if the cashier has authorized your pump and you take like forever to reach your car she has to go through the trouble of refunding and re-authorizing. Of course not many of them give a damn of what the cashier has to go through. Somehow I just can seem to understand why they talk so long. I mean the distance form the cashier to the pump ain like it the Great Wall of China
Ie tried various ways. I went to a different petrol station. Tried leaving my mom master card at the cashier den simply ignores her call. When I far enough Il simply take an abrupt u-turn with the goofy like smile painted on my face. I tried going through my purse for RM 3 worth of coins. Ie even tried to park my car as far as I can and then simply walk the alaysian walk?for as long as I can. Den there simply forgetting to turn off the engine and car lights and simply adjusting the car to be positioned right beside the pump. Ie even tried asking dumb questions to the cashier! Like can u explain to me about the Carltex sticker system? At times it crossed my mind that maybe the pump timer was timed 10 minutes or so. The sad part is that all the Carltex petrol stations have the same system. With the SAME pump timer. Get my point?
Of course my so called esearch?had to end there. The cashier started noticing me and my moron-like behavior. I bet she even thinks I have a memory worse then a goldfish (theirs only lasts for 3 seconds incase youe wondering)
Owh ya to add a little spice ever noticed how some people treat tourists like dukes and don give a damn about us Malaysians? It can be a restaurant or simply a amak?stall. Either ways theye treated like the Malaysian version of Shah Rukh Khan or Brad Pitt whereas we, their regular customers, that somehow contributed to the new Benz theye driving get the usual -don-care-if-youe-here-again?look.
There you have it. The somewhat usual Malaysian lifestyle. Hate it or love it we all have it a little in all of us. Either ways, I just a seventeen year old living the Malaysian dream with occasional nightmares in it (:
or maybe one day im gonna drop dead in a nearby petrol station. that ought to teach them a lesson
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