so, the story about my store room guy.
saturday.
work.
went to the store room to count the damn stock, which i love.
which is weird.
but its funner than standing at the shelf doing nothing.
he was already walking in and out,
packing CK stock.
(CK and CK Jeans, are two totally diff brands)
the store room is quiet,
very quiet.
and warm.
and boring.
and dusty.
so we started talking.
blah blah blah.
we spent hours and hours in the store room together,
(sounds steamy doesnt it? haha. it sounds wrong. very wrong.)
and all i got was his surname,
school,
where he lives,
and i know that he's pure chinese,
looks eurasian,
doesnt speak chinese.
and goes to ngee ann poly, or is it nanyang.
3rd year engineering.
there.
happy?
back to important things.
off today.
relaxed all day.
loved it.
baby came over.
watched tv.
ate.
more tv.
simply lazing around.
i feel good just thinking about it.
haha
its 12.40am, i start at 10am tomorrow, and i'm still here.
good luck me.
haha.
cant wait for my pay la!!
hurry up man!