17th of June 2010

(Begin your story using the following paragraph)

Stuck in a place, where its infested with alcohol and night pubs. The smell of liqour that fills up the street is overwhelming that it could almost intoxicate me from inside the store. Every minute felt like an hour and every hour felt like growing up. As I sat down silently, thinking of what I could do with that little change left....

Inconsiderate customers came in and purchased pathetic cost items using huge amount of note without apologizing. I had to ask, one by one if they could possibly give me a smaller change as I struggled through every possibilities of giving them change to survive the night with the little amount of cashfloat Ibrahim had left me.

Surviving with only three pieces of ten dollar notes and 8 pieces of two dollar notes, I had to pray hard that no customer will ever want to buy a twenty cent worth handyplast using a fifty-dollar note. -_-

It was quite a dark night for me, the streets of boat quay was umbrella-ed with dark people. And Everything seems so unfriendly. What happened to me, I was greeted by one greatly need of exercise woman who purposely wanted to tell the whole world that her cleavages is as wide as Rochor Canal by adjusting her "adik beradik" infront of the counter. I felt like telling her that her fats overpowers her breast tissues that her boobs are just 2 lumps of fats dangling. But that might turn out rude of me, so I just kept it to myself and tried hard not to look at it. And I was afraid that she would flash both pieces of fats at me and I wold probably got shocked to death. its not nice being the headline of the newspaper front page. " Male 22 died after being flashed"

It was almost as traumatizing as almost got hit by a bus. No offence, Ive nothing against breasts. But just that breast are meant to be sealed like present. Its only to be open by owners and users thats given entitlement to access *_*.

At this very moment, Im just lucky that this job pays me well not to only serve customers and sit the whole night through but also to experience the different types of people and their behaviors.

Plus, I get to smoke inside the shop -_- and thats the most coolest thing ever mann. I really do find smoking cool, especially with jacket on, left hand holding the fag and the other holding a can drink milo.

To sum it up I have the most coolest job on earth. Good Day Planetarium 505!