A hectic morning for me. I only had few hours of sleep. I had to be at Buona Vista by 1030hrs sharp for a briefing and signing of agreement. My mother and cousin had to come along because I needed them. In a matter of trust and support. Unlike my father, he supports me but doesn’t seem to trust me in this one. Even if he did trust me, I don’t think he pulled it off really well because it wasn’t convincing to me. I saw a few of my future classmates there *smiles*. And, my witness was a nice lady. She advised me to study well and gave some words of encouragement. When it was over, the weight on my shoulder felt much lighter. I know, that there’s more to come and I’d better be ready for it. Had lunch with my mother and went separate ways. Took a meow meow catnap for an hour and a half, hear my bestie’s dilemma on the phone and took a shower. Oh yeah, I found my favourite pillow and my catnap never felt so good (:

Work was quite hectic. I felt drained again. Decided to take five. I went to MacDonald’s to grab an apple pie for myself and Mitchal, then proceeded to the budget shop to buy redbull. Horrified, he was touching my money when I got back. The last time he touched, shit happened. The moment he went off, I pounced on my movable chair and counted me money. Feeling relieved, there wasn’t any short or whatnot. At the end of the night, I counted my total sales and everything tallied. However, I was short of 16 bucks according to him. My mood sunk rock bottom in an instant. He counted infront of me to prove that I was wrong. Hell, I know I was right. I had to count my float again to double check my money. My float had the exact amount. He told me that he counted twice and I was still short of 16 buckaroos and he asked me, “So How?” Well, twice wasn’t enough if you ask me. And, I ain’t gonna pay for that bloody 16 bucks even if he asked me to. You know why? Because I damn straight know, I was fucking right. In the end, my dear Shan Shan found out what went wrong or rather, who was wrong. Have a guess? Snorts* I can’t be bothered anymore. I’m so lethargic. Damn it all to hell was plastered like a big sign in my head.

Ps: It’s unhealthy to take note on other people’s flaws and make it into some kind of a scene with a summary/conclusion (seclusion?) at the end of it

when you yourself have some brushing up to do. Plus, nobody’s perfect. We’re all fallible.

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