Nicholas

This blog… no matter wat other people might say… i will still right… as i recieve comment on my blog are boring.. but who cares…  i dun care… i just type wat i like… sorry for u guys…

Okok …. how am i going to start…

Today since 8.30am i was like working non stop in isetan… and i was sweating like i just open a water tap… whole shirt wet within 30 min … even though i was in an air con environment… but who knows… the work is like non stop lo.. shag out.. carry this and that… omg.. stress.. and when it is 9am… where the gates open…

Those aunties run into the shop… hey is RUN lo… REally Sprinting lo… no joking.. come over to us and snatch those knifes from us… and cooker.. (for ur information i was in the household department..)SO i can only see aunty and granny ,mummy…. sad… but alrite la… as till now then i realise… those mothers..can be so beautiful lo…LAO Chio(OLD PRetty ladies)! lol joking la… i know it`s bad to tease them this way…

But something i cannot ta han is that… they buy things as if it is free lo…just grap and take… some aunty even run to the cashier and buy their stuff at 9.10am… see from level one to level four..pick their stuff and buy it and deposit at the counter…( if i`m not wrong la.. from wat i see…maybe i`m wrong) but from wat i feel… its rite…

then… during mid way … i was tranfer to the be a wrapper in the cashier…

Then being a wrapper also give me headache lo….. why i say so… actually workingwif the aunty cashier is fun and i enjoy workign wif them… but is the customer… and some situation that i feel weird… like wat…

when some customer.. female customer… come to the cashier and the bought a bag up… wrap wif many plastics bags.. like drugs.. then as the aunty unwrap it… oic… so it was her BRA la… she look at me so weirdly… like a lil shy and a lil angry … like if i touch her bra… she will kill me like that… but please lo!! WHo…. the hell she think she is that i love to or want to touch her bra lo… and for ur information… her bra is like… so big.. at least a F Cup size…. scary lo.. like for cow… (*no offence…i just say wat it come into my mind ok*) but i really dun wan to touch.. but wif no choice i had to wrap it into the plastic bag lo… so i whisper to the aunty… and ask for help… then the worst thing is that that aunty thought i very useless… say bra also dun dare to touch? But please lo… it`s not i dun wan… is she make me pai sae lo… and who will wan to touch her precious bra… at the first place… and that aunty can be my granny lo… hah ai never blame her la… i just find it stupid of myself lo… really funny…i mean the situation…hiaz… okok

next…

There is another case…. while i am walking at the sale floor and help out… walk ard… then a supervisor ask me to carry some stuff for  few aunties…to the taxi stand which is at a very far place… the opposite side of the building… it was a long way lo… why me… askk i have already walk for very long and some of my friends are enjoying their life ther lo… nvm… so as usual i will put a smile and do it…as i believe… if i `m going to do it no matter how… why make it so unwillingly.. then i choose to do it willingly and happily…. like helping a few old ladies… to carry heavy load.. like doing some kind work… so i felt so happy too… who knows… they really very BU KE QI… I one person carry 6 big bags… and they are empty handed… lol… power la.. and one of them walk infront… so power lo… dun even look back… this is the first time i felt i`m not wenhao any more…. CALL ME MARIA NEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then guess wat… i cannot escape the fate of BRA…. they even shout across the escalator while i`m in between of them… so loud sae….

"TODAY WE NEVER BUY BRA HOR…….YAR REALLY FORGOTTEN… NVM WE BUY IT LATER……"

after hearing that… i fainted…….

U imagine….

Honestly… i really dun mind acc my Gf Go and buy her bra…

I dun even mind if i going to acc my mother go buy her bra(Although i know she wun wan me too la)

I Dun even mind if  i accompany any of my close friends or even friends yo buy theirs…

BUT… why a grp of old aunties… where i dun know them… and they treat me like maria…. omg.. so this is customer service… i understand that… so again i choose to be doing thing willingly again… i wait for them wif the six bags outside a lingrie shop…. so pai sae… ppl look at me wif 4 old granny choosing bra… omg…

Ok… then i end it short… i carry their stuff to the taxi stand.. and of course… good service alwasy provide a smile at all times… and do stuff willingly…(hey i`not complaining ok… i`m just expressing how amazing my life was!) then who know while i say bye bye and walk a distance from them… they shout at me…AH BOY COme… comee… okok  i thought they need me again… then who know they slot me $4 for tips… i say dun wan la… no need … it`s my job….

then who know they force it.. and even wan to put inside my pocket…

then i took it lo… then i think back… lucky i never show black face to them.. if not… i will feel bad lo… lucky…..  then i feel a lil happy … as they appreciate me at last… i`m not maria any more…. at least i`m a BELL BOY NOW!!

Ok… as i though after i knock off… my story end… who knows… while i`m in the train… as i stood at the side of the door… listening to music and dozing… then i felt something weird happen… i feel a hand brushing at my forearm…. i open my eyes.. then i say a guy… dun know is a malay or a indian la… can`t tell..  the stood beside me… i thought he is talking to his friends at the side… so he stand so close to me… then i ingore and close my eyes again… then i brush me again… i look back at him and look behind me.. see wat he and his friends are doing… who knows… there are no one… FUCK!!! he stand up to brush me… I almost punch him lo.. and i think the whole train dun know he brush me lo.. i stare at him so fierce that i think he can hear my breathing… he sudden retreat to the other side of the door… i stare at him… then he act as if nothing happen…

i stares at him.. till i make sure he dun look at me any more… his eyes that look at me like to DEAD FISH EYES LO…. feel like puking… shit lo….. then sometime he still look at me.. fuck him… if he touch me one more time… i make sure.. he will be on the floor… i hate gays who touch me wherever they like… (sorry if i`m too vougar… sorry) but i cannot stand it lo….

wow..this blog are long rite…. but i really cannot ta han lo… but over all… i still enjoy the day in isetan… all the dunny situation and dun i have…. i just love it… but not that fucking gay…. dun let me see him again….

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