work is incredibly fun at the new company. my contract timings have been carefully chosen to suit my schedule/lifestyle/discipline and i have vowed not to make the same mistake again. everyone's been going "eh fiza! you're back?!" what do you mean i'm back? of course lah i'm back. like can you guys make it any more obvious?! fancy calling me The Terminated. I WILL NOT BE BACK. haha but guess what i'm back now so stuff it already. the usual customers' complaints, stupid credit cards that won't work and annoying bratty little kids.

"what 30mins?! can you expedite my order not, i hungry you know!"

"walau kanina 30mins still want to complain. fuckin cibai go fry your own burger la."

heh. of course i wished i could say that.

"HELLO! EH MY BLOCK IS 175D!"

"175D, mdm?"

"NO... I SAY 175D! D FOR BANGKOK! err.. no D for- "

"D for Denmark, mdm?"

"ah yes yes."

"eh nyonya, ABC kau fail kappe! english dah beterabuh..."

or or expats who think they're king arthur and speak so fast like robots and expect us locals to understand what gibberish they're blabbing. *throws beef patties at them!* i hereby declare that little kids, Caucasians and nyonyas make up the most difficult customers in the entire universe. they have locker rooms now and a bigger and emptier pantry with not much food to steal. salhan is nicer. we still think minah tudong brushes her teeth with kayu sugi and not the toothbrush. fae says her breath smells like she fasts 10 days without going for buka. LOL? afiq drives me crazy with his stupid loud voice MR FOO, ARE YOU MR FOO. eh diam seh kau mr foo. he keeps distracting me with silly out-of-this-world messages he scribbles down on little bits of paper. and one time while i was on the line, he placed my handphone close to the screen so i could see it. i almost choked on my customer cause my picture looks so retarded. and fat. and macam mintak kene pukol. fifteen minute breaks is not quality time. stirring nestum with my ball-point pen is totally unhygienic! route march on a breezy two a.m but still i get sticky tapes all the time.

stickytape is when i am with you.

what's your ideal break up song? i recommend plug in baby by muse or fix you by coldplay. they always do the trick!

on tuesday, i fetched ili from her workplace and went for buka at ramen ten after that. our old so-called workplace. they still owe us training money and we've yet to report them to the ministry of manpower. that aside, the food tasted good..surprisingly! i had japanese sticky rice with loads of mayonnaise! muak but yummy, you guys should try! we always mess up the chocolate freeze. they have glasses now hmm, impressive. talked and talked and talked. yakked and yakked till our tummies hurt and her head dizzy from all the walking and the sight of donuts made her wanna puke. (sorry ili!)

a certain romance? oh please grow up people.

one of those cold and frosty mornings...



we look like those normal people you see on friendster, really.



who tries to step cute when in actual fact, memang muka dah step cute. (afiq tries too hard.. i say relax abit.)



emocore softcore emohardcore gothicpunkrockcore.



hi my gf is fat but still i love her so.



hi no wait she's not my gf.. ni buat pakai jer.
hi i da kene pakai, but i want to kene pakai again.



hi my bf is ugly but still i love him so.



saper brani kacau pompan aku, aku rembat.



woohoo we're hip hop dan happening yaw! (...padahal kat bawah block.)



sweet like kratingdaeng (red bull).



HAHAHAHAHA!

in the bathroom tonight, i pretended nothing happened. and raudah, she was there to listen to me feel sorry about myself. and for that, i love you. for everything else, there's friday... which is tomorrow! till then.



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