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Work kinda suck today. All the leaders in the factory seem to hate us cause we're just 2 lazy pigs breaking every single rules =/ First was the rework department, then to sorting. Boy that place is kind of slacky but irritating. We have to load and unload boxes non-stop. Really, that place is like hell and damn picky. One mistake and you're dead. And the sorting department is a CHEAT. Everything there is all fake and no one seems to be serious in working at all. But it's fun cause thats so kelsey and amanda =/ We made quite a few new friends during these 3 days. There's 3 funny malay guys. 2 funny malay girls. Stella, ah boy and so on so on.
He couldnt make it to work today. So it was only me, kelsey, kevin and his friend. And kevin told me someone likes baby. HAHA and she's my friend. How ironic. So after work, the 3 of us went to meet baby, hongru and jerrold for dinner. HAHA FUNNY SHIT CAUSE WE DIDNT KNOW JERROLD WAS COMING. FUNNYYYYYYYYYY.
However, the dinner ended up to be supper cause i brought everyone onto the wrong bus and wasted an hour. I am so sorry guys. Was damn guilty. Reached 85 arounf 10 plus and everyone started ordering. Chatted for a while and then they walked me home. So, thats my day.
And IT ENDED OFF LIKE FUCK. I came home and my mom INSISTED i give her HALF OF MY SALARY EVERY MONTH. MOTHERFUCKING BITCH. MAD OKAY. IF I GIVE HER THEN WHAT DO I EAT ON. TRANSPORT? FOOD? SOCIAL ACTIVITIES? FUCK YOU. AND DO I HAVE A CHOICEE. NO. I FOUGHT LIKE MAD AND JUST STORMED OFF TO THE BATHROOM. FUCK YOU BITCH.
♥ With love, Amanda