jacky chan, me and sharon.

random post.
but you've got to understand, my life's pretty random lately.
and super unpredictable.
with its doses of good and bad. sweet and bitter.

i'm sure whatever that happens, happens for a reason.
to test me, to test m faith and my strength in holding on.
to test my determination and mental courage.
i'm holding on for sure.
i'm still trying and fighting on.
no worries.
i'll be fine. thanks to monz for your concern..really guilty for making you worry..but you know i really cannot let you see me the way i was. heh.
i love you babe. really. =)



everything's fine now.



oh ya. jacky chan. so random? not really. i see his face like every freaking day. grrr.
think sharon also cannot stand him.
then again, i think she wants her future boyfriend to look like him. HOR SHARON!? =D


*GRINS*



okok. hahaha. tsk. it's quite hilarious lah. just realised how hilarious jacky chan looks on the cabinet. ALL THREE PICTURES. hahahah. like some collage. some badly made collage. hahaha. omg.

NO SHARON, i don't want my boyfriend to look like him. the beef or the face. or the nose.

arghhhs.

hahahah. COUNTING DOWN!!! 2 days left! YES YES YES!!! =)



on the other hand, as much as i hate to admit it, as much as i think the job is unjustificably tiring and feet-torturing, and you meet mean people who look away or look above or look down(it's basically any other direction other than your face) than take the damn flyer out of your hands.

sometimes i have to resist this urge, very strong urge to slap them with the flyer. seriously.

JUST TAKE THE FREAKING FLYER LAH. will cost you your life is it?

even if you don't want to, at least have the BASIC POLITENESS to raise a hand or flash a smile to say "no thanks".

greatly appreciated.



yea. aside from that, i meet nice people everyday. makes me day. i'm getting to know more people.

py--my lao pa to be. hahahaha. he looks like mr bean!

oh yea, that soccer guy.
and the security guard-S.
the toilet auntie.
the dom guy at our booth.
the pink lady.
the angelina.
the coca cola guy.
the cleaners.
the...working people..that are everyday the same...





i think im used to novena. the travelling every early morning in the deadly hours. the sleeping on the train. the trudging to the booth and settling my butt down to eat whatever breakfast i managed to grab before i rushed out of house.


i think..i might actually miss this job. crazy shit.



i need a new show to youtube lah.




troubles are still there. worries.
but no point dwelling.
i'm working hard to eliminate them.

or at least reduce them.





tired out of my brains.
i need energizer to recharge me. =(
not exactly looking forward to my birthday.
sighhh.