3 more days and I'll be gone from tangs, like finally. After more than a month of cashiering, I'm just too tired to carry on. Words about me reporting late for work, doing things unseriously, taking more than an hour breaks and all the stuff that annoyed the people of basement, have been spreading around the building like wild fire. Everyone that's working in tangs prolly knows me by now. Well, I had a great time in tangs tho. Learning the basics of cashiering from day one, meeting hypocritical aunties who seem nice and friendly during my first few weeks, playing at the xbox booth at technobay, changing money, naps at b2 and so much more. But they don't seem to remain vividly in my memory, something else does.

I was supposed to work today, but I'm skipping it .. I'm pretty tired from yesterday. Chingay was so loud and happening, tho I wasn't really in for the mood. The whole of Orchard road was littered with confetti and people. From pink motivators to white ones to orange 'MAD' motivators and not forgetting random people dancing around during the after party. With music blasting from the speakers at the top of the stands, everyone was jumping around and splashing water at each other. There was a crowd surrounding an uncle who was prolly in his 60s or 70s, he was dancing to modern music. It was really funny coz many other people joined in with him, including Malay teens who were just really being clowns. I never really joined in, just went around taking pix and commenting on funny incidents. It was really stuffy and hot, I bet you can't take it if you were there. Smokers openly blew their exhaust into the air straight into people's faces.

Shit. The results are out on Friday this week, I hope I do make it. So that I won't disappoint anyone. What's more it's my mom's bday on that day. Crap .. What timing.

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Since the last day of January, I've been a much happier person than before. We've been through so much during this short period of time, everything from agreeing on the same things to misunderstandings that made us turn sour. I wished I had known you earlier but fate and chance only allowed it on the last week of January. Listening to your neverending stories aren't a nuisance and I'd miss listening to them. I'm sorry for being so troublesome all the times, I'm such a slow cashier. Making you wait and suffer in the midst of smokers was my bad. Sorry ..

If you only knew
What I went through just to get to you
I'm hanging from you
And I'll hold on if you want me to

If you only knew
What I went through just to get to you
I'm swinging from you
And there's nothing I would rather do

This entry was posted by Victor, on Sunday, February 20, 2005. You can leave your response.