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hello, my name is charmaine.
this is my blog and i get to write whatever i want,
whenever i feel like to.
too bad if your fugly actions and thoughts appear here
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Tuesday, November 06, 2007
as usual, went to work.
if you ask me if i ever regret getting this job,
a lil will be my ans.
if you know me well enough,
you should know
i hate to get scolded for nothing.
allright, maybe everyone does.
and i do bear grudges :D
i'll start whining. heh.
there is this auntie today who kind of scolded me because i'm not
the in-charge for that sunglasses. fuck her.
the conversation goes this way :

auntie: excuse me, does this come with a pouch?
me: sorry, i'm not sure. i'm not in charge for that.
auntie: so who's the in-charge?
me: *looking around* sorry miss, i think she went back.
auntie: so, can i get a pouch from the cashier?
me: sorry, i'm really not sure about it.
auntie: *with a harsh tone* you work here right?
me: yes, but i only promote winter clothes. *pointing at my section*
auntie: *rolling eyes, sarcastically* GREAT

so is this my fault? for not knowing whether there is a pouch for it?
if i wasn't working, maybe things will be different. (:
yea fuck her upside down.
slap her face up down left right.
punch her till she drop.
dig out her eyes till she scream in pain. yay.
people say yay. haha (:
nabey burn her one pouch luh. better still.
i'll never forget the face she gave.
things went pretty well today.
at least i didnt break down in front of everyone today.
i won't admit i'm strong.
lies do bring me down.
its really hard to trust someone whole-heartedly.
including the closest human being around you.
money really sour a relationship.
thanks for telling me that winston.
got to go peeps.
working tml. yawn.
toodles.
just as when i needed someone/xoxo