It's been awhile since I've blogged, eh?
Argh, works been a bitch.
Kids are pissing me off. It's amazing how badly behaved some kids can be and how blind their parents are to them.
Yesterday, this shit of a kid came with her parents, baby and her younger brother. She sat at our counter and she grabbed the pencil that belongs to US and started drawing shit on the table. If she was 2 maybe I'll understand but she was probably 8/9 already. You'd think her parents would have taught her NOT to grab things that DON'T belong to her?
Anyway, I had it up to my eyeballs by then so I grabbed then pencil from her and said "It's not your table so you're not allowed to draw on it".
Then, she started to play with the display unit at our computer and she kept swerving it around and we all know how sensitive that thing is. So I shot her my 'trademark' glare and said "This one costs RM1000, if you break it, you pay, okay?" I even smiled while saying that. She looked at me and then focused her attention somewhere else.
Unfortunately, she chose our credit card machine. She had her finger on the buttons and told her brother she's gonna press it. And her brother, stupid bum, said "Do it!" like it was some toy of theirs.
She was about to press it had I not 'accidently' nudged her hand and said "Whatever number you press you HAVE to pay. Do you have money?"
At that point, they ran off.
And apparently, her brother was playing with the shop's bell and Claireeey asked him "Why? Haven't seen a bell before?"
I think, I've had it with kids.

I've got 2 more days to go with work before I'm finally free!
Whee!
And then, Johor/Singapore, here I come!!

I want a rabbit.... rabbit.... rabbit... rabbit.. rabbit. rabbit rabbitrabbit.
RABBIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
T_____T
I NEED TO HUG A FURRY FAT RABBIT!!
But I can't do so.. cause my Dad will threaten to commit the ultimate crime... killing a furry white rabbit and THEN making stew.
How sick is that? My Dad might need therapy.
And everytime I ask my Mum whether I can have a rabbit, she tells me that Ivan will feel left out if a new rabbit shacks up in our house. I tell her Ivan will love the extra company and she says no, he'll end up bitter cause I spend more time with the real rabbit than with him.
I don't even know why we had that conversation but we did.

I've been told that I'm a closet feminist.
Hmm, apparently, it's because I don't see the point in getting married, I love being single, I am independant, I'm critical, I'm opinionated blah blah blah. That's what I've been told.
Hey! I'm not!
I love having the guy open the door, pull out your chair, pay for dinner and all those things that make feminist people feel inferior to the male species. And contrary to popular believe, I DO wanna get married!
In fact, I've been spending the entire '08 planning my 30 days of wedding. If that's not enthusiasm, I don't know where you'll find it.
I just wanna leave out the kids part.

Ah, diving finals at 12:30 AM.
Looks like I'm sleeping at 2 AM.
Again.
Hope I open the shop on time tomorrow. OOOPS.

Oh, and to those people who go out with me on a regular basis, you know that big black skin bag that you always complain is in your way, is too big, is too heavy, this and that?
Yeah, the strap broke.
The bag heard your complains.
I need a new bag.