angelineee
studying in SP dba and hating it.
extremely lazy.
insecured
maybe a lil too straightforward for her own good.
procrastinates alot.but once again, who doesn't?
have weird fetishes fer guys on the feminine side.
usually sleepy when not sleeping.
loves starry nights.actually, im a night owl.:P
bad at telling lies.
paranoid
loves ben & jerry ice-cream
finds it hard to trust anyone, anymore.
cries pretty easily, but hate tearing infront of others.
has hots fer katherine moennig<3
loves my baby(:

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selling clothes is like fuck.
my attachment is like fuck.
everything about it is LIKE FUCK!

urgggh. i've been standing til my toes are numb and feels like shit, and if i've ever complained about my previous werk, i tell ya, IT'S A BREEZE compared to my current fucked up internship to the max.

people might say how can selling clothes be so bad, but lemme tell u eh, from here i understand whats the true meaning of KIO SAI. i'm so worn out and i wake up every single day feeling so tired. thats not the point, i still think i can wake up even tho its a day job, but selling clothes aint my forte and i just have something against the sales line, ok? and its not as easy as those at bugis or whereever whr u can eat at the cashier place whenever u're hungry, sit down and talk cock when ur feets are sore and tired. SIMPLY BECAUSE THERE'S NO CHAIRS FER U TO REST except in the store room. and its meant fer ur meal breaks. the high stool fer the table, the low stool fer u to sit on. ho ho. having someone there who irritates the hell outta me, and people who don't really appreciate u coming to werk despite u're sick and just harping that i'm late and stuffs isn't much a help also. hey just fucking terminate me okay? i'm getting sick of it. im losing touch with practically everything, and when i went out ytd to watch movie with baby and bumped into my sec sch friend it hits me that now i practically have NO LIFE at all. ferget what i've ever complained in my previous posts. THIS is no life. nothing can be compared to this.

how can a small retail shop has so many goddamn rules anyway. why the fuck do u have to even bun up ur hair? its not a goddamn resturant fer god sake!


people wun understand unless they've seen wut i've gone thru with their own eyes. like huiwen. thanks fer coming down and buying cookies fer me when i was sick and werking and angry. and seeing how fucked up it is at my werking place.
and thanks baby fer cheering me up, or at least attempting to, whenever i got so pissed off with the world.