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Shit Tired.

Fuck M'sia public transportation. finish work at 8pm, got home at 11pm. wtf

nth much to say cept that Arab customer is annoying sometimes, cant speak english and demanding, i know ur rich and you can just throw rm50 out like tissue paper, but cant u go at least learn basic english pronousation before floodin to this shitty country?

other than customer problem... i made a mistake of the year. putting on a super sticky bandaid on my wound, and when i tear it up, it took my dead skin along, now i have 2 patch of flesh among the grayish ones, fancy and painful pattern. FML.

does this consider 1st degree burn? for half a second my thumb was in contact with the oven cover with 300temp if i remember correctly.

day 1


day 2 and 3


day 4 ( today )

and boss visited yesterday, everyone got so pressured. one of the manager there sudden ask me to join her in learning how to make pretzel. and another coworker to make the hotdog bread fatter.

then i got question on what i'm making is pretzel or not, i said yes ( duh technically it is or wat dounut ka? ) but boss said it looks like butterfly... the shit should i know!? i dun get shitty training on how to roll one before i get workslave here, its not wat i sign up to! workslave in front of monitor, fine, but torturin my already weak leg is not.

i. ain. build/train/grow up. to. stand.

fuck it, its last day tomorrow and i hope it ain going to get shit back in office. bless my poor soul.