Sunday, November 4, 2007

Waitress-ing.

Questions people frequently ask me at work (staffs & customers) :

1. How old are you? 16?! U look so mature!

2. Are you mixed? Are you parents Ang Moh? O_o

And the most geram punyer that makes me wanna curse show them my middle finger..
3. Can I have your number? -_-
(Btw, this includes another negro dude. *Sigh*)

Gah!!! !?!@#?! GERAMMM!!!
Can't you guys leave me alone and let me work in peace?!

I just wanna earn some money to go shopping!

In times like this I wish I have a boyfriend
so people will just leave me alone cause I'm off the market. ;'(

God. O_o
I must be freaking weird.

When girls would be flattered and delighted to give their numbers,
I'm complaining here about guys making a move on me. =/

Why larh I'm like that?! *sigh*
I freak out everytime a stranger ask for my number.

If I go on like this, I'll grow old & alone with 27 cats!! *O*

OMG. Someone please help me.
















In the mean time, buzz off guys!
(With exception of athletes & funny dudes. X) )

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