one day, we need a little bit of love.

just got back home, tired as hell. So many problems crop up today. Handphone went nuts, lady in charge of the shift before mine made a mistake in her money calculations and i panicked for no reason when my money didnt tally.

but one thing got me cracking real badly today.

Man: Hey can i get a pack of ciggarettes?
Me: Which one?
Man: Marlboro Menthol
Me: Here you go Sir. But before that, IC please?
Man: IC?! you want my children's ezlink?

HAHAHA. as if i wasnt paiseh enough, he actually open his wallet and showed me pics of his kids. Well hello, he looked so young! like 17 like that, need to confirm what. and then...

Me: Oh okay so sorry dude! haha. i just need to reconfirm.
Man: Well, im already a dad, if that is what you were wondering. A young dad, you see.
Me: Ahh, i see. No wonder. Thought you 17 haha.
Man: Haha, young dad. *clears throat* young HANDSOME dad. *cheeky smile*
Me: Hmmmm, well.... (continue counting money)

Laugh my fucking ass off. Back at ya! His expression after that was PRICELESS. like come on, ok he was a cute guy. But when you are already a DAD, claiming you are handsome to a girl like me is like saying a piece of shit is gold. seriously. i mean, you can keep saying that to yourself, or your wife, who cares, but to a girl like me? man, are you trying to flirt? NOT WORKING.

anyways, i like working with Azri's mother. She's the most sporting aunty ever, we talked about all our favourite artistes, gossip about some customers, and hell yeah shes a fan of American idol too. hahaha. awesome.

ok, need to sleep. nights!

lotsa love.

hey Mister, you are like my dinner. (: