WORKING MY SOCKS OFF

i tell u... it amazes mi how near is my workplace to my house... A FREAKING 3 MIN WALK!!! wahaha...

yup i job-hopped again. dis time im genuinely happy. cos most of da time im sitting inside da shop acting pretty, reading newspaper or some books ( yes momo im finishing Life of Pi!!!), trying to make myself busyby rearranging displays. n yes i hav to admit, i do have a more feminine side, and its scary how gay it feels, yet im enjoying it. fuck. wat eugene says myt be rite. i do qualify for singapore brokeback mountain. fuck fuck fuck.

oh in case i havnt do some advertising, its at lot1 shopper's mall, lvl 5, cinema lvl tt is. selling tabletennis equipments and hp, ipod, creative and camara pouches. as expected business hav been reallie slow, to some extent bad. but i tink things will change fer da better once all da publicities and advertisements are made dis weekend.

i tink wat attract mi bout dis job aint cos its slack or pay. ok lah maybe da convenience. OK LAH MAYBE ITS REALLIE DAMN SLACK. hahaha... but i tink da best part of it is tt it makes mi feel impt. why? erm imagine given da responsibility of da whole shop! from timely opening and untimely closing of da shop, maintainence of general cleaniness n tidiness, stock accounting, displays, to da normal socialising wid customers and sales services. it may sound reallie exploited, but i feel lyk my own boss. hahaha... can u imagine i can actually hav da initiative to wipe da display window and sweep da floor. my mum, and my previous army bunkmates will be shock i tell u... hahaha...

but den again, maybe its juz plain boredom. n i come to realise da commission im able to earn r peanuts. eh fuck peanuts are worth more. but satisfaction is all im feeling rite now.

oh hav i forgotten bout a pt.?

im feeling challenged n motivated.


n im feeling happy. :)

amen.