I see you looking at me like you already know

I'm very tired.
And, i haven blog in like 182471283721 years. (: (Days actually)
Warning: LONG ENTRY//

I've got a job.
A very fucked up one indeed. That seriously doesn't suit me & it's terribly killing me.
I scream FUCK everyday. I think of MIA-ing every minute.
I probably feel like quitting.
But one thing is stopping me. The letter M; for money.
Which i will jolly well throw my life for, now that i am penniless & feeds on bread & instant noodles for meals.

Veeko fashion Pte Ltd. (aka Wanko).
Tai tai shop. Not for me. All the fatso auntie comes in & try gazillion clothes & ended up buying just one or two. Very gooddd.

&! the dumbest thing was it is a MUST for me to scream like some idoit every few mins even when the shop is deserted: "HELLO WELCOME TO WANKO! (Yeah more than fuck off) Storewide buy 1 get 1 free (Ya that's whereby all the kiasu singaporeans come in & kpo for nth). Take a look ard! (More like scram you ah sohs)"
Pretty irritating.

&! i got screwed which i lost count, by the supervisor who is a freaking PHILIPINO for not greeting the above dumb shit. No way man!
But i did it a few times today & once very loud one because i was fucking pissed by her for pestering me. Tyvm pls get off my back.

I've got sucha ugly fugly Ah Soh uniform but i got praised by this tai tai for being the only one that wore it so nice. THANK YOU auntie. & the clothes you bought from me. (:

The aunties are *#@&!*(&# because they can try on bazillions clothes n tell you NO THANKS.
OR they can act like they are very rich but they are PENNILESS.
OR they wants everything to be on them in the shop but only wants to buy the cheapest piece.
OR they wants to hear you telling them how slim & pretty they are before they give face when obviously I AM LYING. (heard that?)
OR they asked you for millions opinion & stick with their own and shoots you back.
OR they bargain as if they are at some pasar malam or market.
So many2.

First day of work was ytd.
Let's say it was what-a-day. Because i got banged by philipino non stop. Yes just like the radio!

1. (Right when i stepped into shop, haven open mouth) EVON HAR! AIYO YOU LATE OLEDI YOU KNOW. YOU SEE LAH. FASTER FASTER!
2. (When i took to punch card) AIYOOOO! WHY NEVER WEAR SOCKS! WHY CAN LIKE THAT! (Imagine socks with black pointees. SO off!)
3. (Walked to the counter) WHY YOUR HAIR SO MESSY! WHY YOU NEVER TIE THE TURN ROUND ROUND ONE. (I argued my hair was like one finger long & puny. She insist my hair could tie into a bun. Yeah right!)
4. YOUR PANTS VERY CRAMPLED LEH! YOU NEVER IRON IS IT! WHY SO UNTIDY! AIYOOO! (Hello? i got my uniform ytd & who cares less anyway)
5. HOW COME YOU NO MAKE UP HAR! YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE UP ONE ANOT! THEY NEVER TELL YOU MEH! (Hello? I have foundation lipstick eyeliner & mascara on. Like so disgusting already)
6. EH! NO PURPLE RUBBER BAND NEH YOU KNOW. ONLY BWACK. (Black) AIYOO! WHY ALL THE HAIR STICKING OUT! WHY SO MESSY HAR! (Shut up bitch)
7. WHY YOUR FACE ALWAYS BWACK BWACK ONE HAR! NEVER SMILE NEVER GREETING. I ONLY SEE ONE BWACK BWACK ONE NEH.
8. It was asked: 'how come no customers one har' Philipino answered: "OF CAUSE LAH! OUR DEAR EVON NEVER GREET WHAT! THAT WHY NOBODY WANT TO COME IN MAH! (Like seriously fuck off before i fuck you tyvm.)

That's about it for half a day.

They got NONSENSICAL childish short forms such as:
- TL = toilet.
- ER = Eat & rest.
- LC = Look, customers.
And, to access in the store which is one fucking squeezing room enough for one person to crab walk in, you have to SHOUT "STORE" till somebody heard it & acknowledge before you step in.
Imagine you're either like one fucking retard standing there shouting STORE non stop / one fucking retard who shouts so many times before you need to take things every few secs / you shout to yourself like a lunatic.

They didn't teach me much, but they expect me to do everything.
Bank in money; Wipe the mirrors, glass, shelfs & drawers; vacuum whole store; keep stacks of clothes there's even higher than me; etc.

Injuries / aches after 2 days of work:
1. Legs curf muscle aching & stiff.
2. Foot sole hard & sour.
3. Shoulders & neck aching & cracking.
4. A cut on my arm for stuffing 82312 clothes into one small rack.
5. Bruises on my knuckles for god knows what reasons.
6. Dirty black finger nails.
7. Facial pores opening to make up & making me even more fugly.
8. Backbone aching & in great paing for long hours of standing. (Both days 10 hours)

DEAD.
I wonder how am i gonna live in this kinda environment.
God, pls save me! tyvm.

I was suppose to meet Pumpkin. To ton & spend quality time tgt.
And he damned my spirits by turning me down.
I was asked to join Jialin Sam they all at MOS.
But my conditions doesnt permit me to step into a club & shake. My bones gonna break!

All i want is Pumkin. But i don't have it with me.
It's rather disappointing. More than anything else.

Later.