315am is the precise time i step on home soil on thurday. 9hours on labour force at
swiss stamford hotel. delivering orders wash dishes parry them on massive loads, im on the multi task role. wasnt sweat busting ala my previous preferance of jobs, was in air-conditioned room but lerthagy only apply on my legs due to over pressure gravitional force of standing. damn. intention wasnt clear on taking a sleep, i had more tortous tale of jobs then momentarily. became an audience of arsenal head on portsmouth which ended in a evenly match draw. then i clawed back to bed
5am. supposedly to accompany
farhan to johore , bt to no avail as sleep extend without my consent & rushed to come in conjuction w
peng farhan to redeem our voucher for cash.
farhan dash for work thereafter. wear out a piece of my pay from my topman. AGAIN. was suntec city outlet. joining the bus to town where with no specific intention till
azura texted me if i would visit her. no second thoughs & we moved. had pure vanilla while we waited till the dimissal of her, then on took the west bound train. wae alighted at jurong east but peng continue his oddysey home on the middle platform.
azura string along me to 7eleven to get my lipton tea. out of the blue moon, lady lucks shines on me as the im still able to board the last bus.
azura coincide till 197 reached.
1210am. wash up & done for, munch those muffins. i kept jockeying for positional sense for comfort to sleep. staring to open space. keep glazing for fate. thats my routine evrynight.& then comes today. heading for work on good friday. how disastrious ..
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