I received a cute little painting from my customer's 5-year-old daughter.
Her kid's name is Raven and they're from NZ.
they're a wonderful bunch,
and i had fun serving them bottles after bottles of Corona..

And Shelley's really friendly, she and her sister Kyra, mom to Raven and Jamien.
Raven is sucha doll, running around the resto during lunch yesterday,
falling down a thousand times just to get
back up and start running around again..

And they visited Suntec City Mall to have a kid's painting activity of
some sort and she told her mom, Kyra, "Mom, i wanna make this for Mira! I want
to! Let's meet her later" (insert: Kiwi accent.)

And so after a long day of shopping (for them) and a hard day's at work (for me) they
arrived to bid me farewell before they head off back to NZ.
So sweet of them, i must say.
And Raven had her lipstick on, how cute!

So we exchanged email addresses, and vowed to keep in contact.
They're a fun bunch of ladies, the really hip ones.
thought of bringing them over to Insomnia last nite,
but i was too beat and so we'll have that chance
when they come back to SG within this year again..

Have a safe flight ladies, it was nice knowing you guys..

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Anyways,
what better way to end the week than a warm shower and a
well deserved foot srcub?
Ah yes,
this is life. (not)
Work, sleep, wake up, family, work, sleep,wake up, family.
No MEN to jaga their ass,
no mouth to feed (as yet)
and no personal commitment to anyone.
Just slogging my ass off each day
to get my job done,
my ricebowl at month end
(which is coming very soon!).

I'm complaining abt how tiring work is everyday,
cos honestly,
i look forward to the next day at work.
the new faces i see everyday
and the great feeling of being responsible for my own self.
I must thank Lutfi for making me realise that
there is such a life, and that there
is such a commitment.
I never really understood why he had to
go through so much shit at work, complaining abt it,
but still wake up the next day to go to work.
Well, now i know.
The feeling is unimaginable.
You gotta live it to know it.

And now, i wanna sleep.
Chatting with Salah's brother gives me stitches and
a major headache.
That dumbass wants to carry my boobs.

-_-

Gooznait.