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Monday, November 03, 2008

What's left of me.
Thursday,

Work. Day 1 of bazaar, minimal crowd.

Friday,
Work.

Saturday,
Work.

Sunday,
It was the last of this bazaar, i guess i turned off the alarm a tad too early, i thought i would wake up after counting 27 secs, which i didn't. It's just my current favourite number for some reason, it'll just remain as it is till there are changes. Jolted up at 9.15am, that left me with an impossible half an hour to reach my workplace.
Work.
Family came with packed lunch, mom wanted to mess up the clothes on purpose so i would have to fold more, how evil. Sunday crowd wasn't as much as the day before, and closing was done swiftly.

Monday,
First day at ROFF, i might start liking it for the fact that there's a simple stool for me to sit on, a screen to let me utilize the world wide web, how great is that? The only thing i would loathe is the miserable income. A trip to Forum for briefing about the oncoming bazaar, 6 consecutive days of standing once again, i'll have to start accumulating blisters on my feet. Not forgetting, ladies and gentlemen, bringing more high end brands in this time, next to Singapore Flyer (exact venue to be confirmed), grab your purse and wallets down to the 80% off.
Everyone that spends at least an hour with me will start to think that i seriously needs to see the doctor, the coughing is scaring them, especially when it's coherently. I just pretty assume it's a chronic cough, which i just hope it'll be cured soon, best before December.

Watch my life pass me by in the rear view mirror, pictures frozen in time are becoming clearer. I don't wanna waste another day stuck in the shadows of my mistakes.