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Hello. Thanks for dropping by. If you come here to stalk my life, get lost. =))
Be good and enjoy your stay.
Sincerely,
Hidayah

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Sunday, March 22, 2009 ♥

My throat is sore.
My nose is not tired from running.
My head doesn't get dizzy from spinning.
My hairs on my body aren't long enough to trap air to keep me warm.
It explains im worn out.
TOTALLY.


7.30 in the morning till 6 in the evening. Standing at the pos doing pop corn blabbering the same dialog and showcasing the proper courtesy. Stupid customers that don't understand the meaning of hold on and no life people that have no patient in life. Pity them. Got to know Admiralty Guardian will have a new store in-charge from HQ. DIE. Idk why when i read the notes left on the pharmacist desk from Armi, i felt a little discomfort and sad that she's leaving. I had fun working with her. Gonna miss her badly i bet.

I slept on the sofa before bathing back from work. When i woke up, i was shocked and stunned thought i was late for work. Cause basically, i was dreaming. I laughed and slapped myself. In bathroom, while i was brushing my teeth, i accidentally brushed hard and the toothbrush went in control that it landed not on the floor but actually 'brushed' my forhead. i don't bother to wipe it off, and so it made my eyes go 'spicy'. Weird, i did'nt laugh or wadsoever.

With this kind of voice, i hope i won't be doing cashiering tommorrow. Plus i dont have to liase with any customer that wants to get medication from the pharmacist bay. This makcik at work call me, rock, without realising that, no rock on this planet can talk. LAME. CRAP.

AND YAH, one of my youngest customer just now, a male aged 4 to 6 like dat, so chubby. So cute. And i bet, he will be a hunk when he grow up later. Not only dat, he reminds me of one thing. I hope, i could get a cute and round child like him in the future. So that, when he gives me problem, he would hae more fats to spare me. Cause, theory and facts say that, stress may changed us. Irregardless of size and behaviour or character.

Plus, anyone needs to do floor polishing for your house flooring, tell me. Cause i know someone that can polish your floor till you can see your teeth shine. No need kiwi no need neutral. How i wonder if this person can polish boots like he polishes the floor infront of guardian admiralty... Such a big fat stupid pain in the arse guy.






-- Hubbie says, i have a romantic voice today.

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