Tuesday, May 31, 2005
i am so stressed.
the thought of working tmr is stressing me out.
don't get me wrong, i love working.
but knowing that i have to make the drinks at the bar
is stressing me out.
i haven't memorise the recipes for the drinks at the bar damnit.
how how.
you know, this is much more worst than making frap drinks.
frap drinks are so easy. bar drinks are a little complicated.
i even had dreams about starbucks, making bar drinks.
how weird is that?
so the
kemarok.
the kids are going kl.
i want to go too
but dad and mum haven't give me a definite answer yet.
well, dad has said no.
but i'm trying my luck for the 3rd time.
mum is helping me to
saiko dad.
pls dad, i really wanna go.
so badly, i can cry.
if i can go, i'm willing to trade my freedom for the rest of the year.
pretty pls?
i was at the end of doing this bulletin at friendster,
when suddenly, my com went, "........."
i was about to press the submit button siakkk.
you wouldn't wanna know how pissed off i was.
and i got a Powerpuff Girls notebook.
i have alot to write down.
ok. it's getting lame
and i'm getting hungry.
tmr will be working at 10am - 5.30pm.
right. hope i'll get through it.
burst veins @
9:35 PM
