01. Your ex texted you and wanted you back, would you take them back?
i believe everyone deserves a second-chance, but it depends on what he did wrong in the first place. Then i would say "stop telephoning meeeeee"
02. Your relationship status?
"ALL THE SINGLE LADIES, now put your hands up"
03. Where did you meet your crush?
i have many =9 .. but for now i'll just say uni
04. Have you ever lost a close friend?
yeah, they didn't exactly bothered to return the favour
05. Do you smoke weed regulary?
everyday man =)
07. Would your parents be mad if you were in a relationship?
who knows? they think i'm in now right now with one of my good friends
08. When was the last time you really laughed?
yesterday, when a workmate squirted tomato sauce in my managers face by "accident"
09. Something's wrong: first girl/s you turn to?
mum or my sister. or anna min =D
10. First guy/s you'd go to?
CESARIO!
11. Is there anyone who doesn't like you because of something you didn't even do?
hope not =S
12. Angry at anyone?
i don't like to hold grudges
13. What's stopping you from going for the person you like?
rather off being just friends =)
14. When was the last time you cried really hard?
don't really remember but i think maybe year 12?
15. Is there anyone you would do anything for?
chyeah! my close friends, DUH!
16. Say you were given a pregnancy test right now. What's the result?
you wish =P
17. Who was the last person you talked to for more than 10 mins on the phone
well, an actual conversation jommel, by text message SUNNY SAINI!!!
18. What is your favorite song?
Thinking of you by Katy Perry
19. Do you like Red Bull?
with vodka, chyeah!
20. How many people can you tell just about everything to?
as an estimate, five
21. Have you ever wished on a shooting star?
*nods*
22. Does the last person you held hands with mean something to you?
i remember actually holding hands with anyone besides my nieces and nephews when we're crossing the street =S
23. Describe your life in one word?
disorganized
24. What emoticon would you use to describe your life?
;)
25. Have anything that belongs to an ex? (ex-partner, ex-bestfriend.)?
umm .. probably, just cant find it under all the trash in my room
26. Can you honestly say you've had a sleepover with the opposite sex?
yeah?
27. Do you rebound?
umm, no
28. Ever cheated on someone?
would never!
29. What would you do if you found out the person you like was in a relationship?
like i said, we're better off as friends. and most people i like already have girlfriends =P
30. Do you act differently around the person you like?
no, just as strange and stupid as always
31. Honestly, who's numbers do you have memorized?
only people in my family, CBF remembering other numbers
32. Is it hard to make you laugh?
i laugh at anything
33. Who was the last person to make you mad?
mix between my sister and workmate
34. Do you think your last ex will eventually want to be with you again?
what ex?
35. Have you ever fallen asleep in someone's arms?
my mums?
36. Has anyone ever called you "scrumptious" before?
they've called what i cook scrumptious, but not me =P
37. Would you like to put a night on repeat, and live it forever?
never like to live in the past
38. Do you have a best friend that knows you inside and out?
ahhh yeah =), two to be exact
39. Is your best friend a slut?
hehehehe, maybe ;)
40. Is smoking pot a turn off?
smoking in general is a turn off for me
41. Are you happy with life right now?
i guess so
43. Are you still in love with your ex?
what ex?!
44. Have you ever been the "other person" in a relationship?
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
45. Have you ever had your heart broken?
not exactly
46. Have you ever broken someone's heart?
don't think i have
47. Is there anybody you're really disappointed in?
yes
48. Where is your best friend/s?
at home? hopefully sleeping =P
49. Something you're happy about?
that i'm not fired
50. How is your heart lately?
skipping beats every now and then
Jan 17, 2010
Jan 16, 2010
One guilty post
"Guilt is the source of sorrow, "tis the fiend, Th' avenging fiend, that follows us behind, With whips and stings..." -Nicholas Rowe
There are many pains in the world. But most people tend to picture pain as a physical aspect. Yet, psychological pain is the worst feelings that no fourty storey high fall, or gun shot could ever beat. The pain on places upon themselves from any act. Guilt.
I've had this psychological pain within me for my whole life. If it's injuring a child, having them being sent to the hospital and to live on with their scars or from simply breaking something and not having the courage to take responsibility or confess, I've been there many times. It's not the actual incident which sends me into the emotional whirlpool of despair, but the afterevents. Like having to see the scars which the child bears on them bare body, having to look at it everyday and think, I did that, I caused not only this child so much pain and suffering, but also their family too, or having someone of highly authority having to take the responsibility for my actions because, it is their responsibility to unsure I do not do anything wrong. It's those moments where my heart completely stops and the guilt kicks in.
What makes it worse is when someone, an outsider, I guess you could say, decides its their duty to make me feel awful so what I did, to constantly remind me, you did this, be careful, don't touch anything, we don't want a repeat of last time. Each word is literally like several knives continually stabbing my heart. No one understands, I am terribly sorry and I know I'm an awful person for doing it, but there is no need to remind me of my actions. They do not understand that the guilt alone is painful.
The aftermath kind of relieves the stress and guilt off my chest, but there is still that tiny wound in my heart which still carries the burden of that event. Seeing the scars on the child that I injured about three or four years ago breaks my heart. Having to look into the eyes of my superiors and tell them that I am truly sorry and that they do not place the blame on others is painful. Deep down inside, I can still sense the parents of the little child's instincts when they see me. Although it was long ago and it was an accident, I can sense their hesitation and worry for their child. I still do not know what is going to happen with the other situation though. I fear having to go back there and see what the aftermath of my accident is. But I pray, so much that they do not place the blame on others for my stupid accident.
Guilt is something that will always remain with you. No matter what you do, no matter how much you apologize and confess your wrong, it is always there. Either in the eyes of an outsider, the words of the victims or the hole in your heart which gets bigger and bigger with every fault you do in life.
There are many pains in the world. But most people tend to picture pain as a physical aspect. Yet, psychological pain is the worst feelings that no fourty storey high fall, or gun shot could ever beat. The pain on places upon themselves from any act. Guilt.
I've had this psychological pain within me for my whole life. If it's injuring a child, having them being sent to the hospital and to live on with their scars or from simply breaking something and not having the courage to take responsibility or confess, I've been there many times. It's not the actual incident which sends me into the emotional whirlpool of despair, but the afterevents. Like having to see the scars which the child bears on them bare body, having to look at it everyday and think, I did that, I caused not only this child so much pain and suffering, but also their family too, or having someone of highly authority having to take the responsibility for my actions because, it is their responsibility to unsure I do not do anything wrong. It's those moments where my heart completely stops and the guilt kicks in.
What makes it worse is when someone, an outsider, I guess you could say, decides its their duty to make me feel awful so what I did, to constantly remind me, you did this, be careful, don't touch anything, we don't want a repeat of last time. Each word is literally like several knives continually stabbing my heart. No one understands, I am terribly sorry and I know I'm an awful person for doing it, but there is no need to remind me of my actions. They do not understand that the guilt alone is painful.
The aftermath kind of relieves the stress and guilt off my chest, but there is still that tiny wound in my heart which still carries the burden of that event. Seeing the scars on the child that I injured about three or four years ago breaks my heart. Having to look into the eyes of my superiors and tell them that I am truly sorry and that they do not place the blame on others is painful. Deep down inside, I can still sense the parents of the little child's instincts when they see me. Although it was long ago and it was an accident, I can sense their hesitation and worry for their child. I still do not know what is going to happen with the other situation though. I fear having to go back there and see what the aftermath of my accident is. But I pray, so much that they do not place the blame on others for my stupid accident.
Guilt is something that will always remain with you. No matter what you do, no matter how much you apologize and confess your wrong, it is always there. Either in the eyes of an outsider, the words of the victims or the hole in your heart which gets bigger and bigger with every fault you do in life.
Jan 7, 2010
"everyone pretend to be normal"
A couple of weeks ago, Christmas Day to be exact, an awkward conversation was going on in the family car on our ride home from a beautiful Christmas day with family, or the abridged version of our family.
My sister and mum were having an argument. My sister was telling my mum that she doesn't know when to shut her mouth (which is true, to be honest) and my mum was trying to apologize and telling my sister to pretty much, build a bridge and get over it. It had to do with an auntie of mine, who had split from her husband a couple of months ago. It had to do more with the husband and his new girlfriend. And my mum being who she was, even though she was unaware, asked my auntie about it, not knowing how it would upset her deeply. And my sister being confronting and outspoken, told off my mum for having no consideration about others feelings.
The argument continued all the way from Quakers Hill back home. It soon turned very awkward when my sister confronted my mum about traumatizing her as a child. I don't want to go deep into that, but pretty much mother, being who she was, told all our cousins and relatives about my sisters situation. And like I said, it traumatized her. I can remember the words my mum told my sister, "HEH! GET OVER IT MON!"
It was just such an awkward and uncomfortable car ride home. Dad was busy driving and since he is half-deaf probably couldn't hear half the things that were being said, but me with my supersonic hearing, heard everything and just wanted to smack my mum and sister. Deep down inside I was hoping, begging in my seat that my dad would step in and say something! I knew I would be shut down if I said anything.
What's with me and awkward situations? It's been happening a lot lately, like the busride to work, with the foreign ladies screaming at one another, and then the Aboriginal couple on the busride home having a lovers quarrel. My life is just circulated with all these strange but memorable adventures. Maybe it's a sign about how the new year will be for me.
My sister and mum were having an argument. My sister was telling my mum that she doesn't know when to shut her mouth (which is true, to be honest) and my mum was trying to apologize and telling my sister to pretty much, build a bridge and get over it. It had to do with an auntie of mine, who had split from her husband a couple of months ago. It had to do more with the husband and his new girlfriend. And my mum being who she was, even though she was unaware, asked my auntie about it, not knowing how it would upset her deeply. And my sister being confronting and outspoken, told off my mum for having no consideration about others feelings.
The argument continued all the way from Quakers Hill back home. It soon turned very awkward when my sister confronted my mum about traumatizing her as a child. I don't want to go deep into that, but pretty much mother, being who she was, told all our cousins and relatives about my sisters situation. And like I said, it traumatized her. I can remember the words my mum told my sister, "HEH! GET OVER IT MON!"
It was just such an awkward and uncomfortable car ride home. Dad was busy driving and since he is half-deaf probably couldn't hear half the things that were being said, but me with my supersonic hearing, heard everything and just wanted to smack my mum and sister. Deep down inside I was hoping, begging in my seat that my dad would step in and say something! I knew I would be shut down if I said anything.
What's with me and awkward situations? It's been happening a lot lately, like the busride to work, with the foreign ladies screaming at one another, and then the Aboriginal couple on the busride home having a lovers quarrel. My life is just circulated with all these strange but memorable adventures. Maybe it's a sign about how the new year will be for me.
Jan 2, 2010
Welcome 2010
HAPPY BELATED NEW YEARS!!! New years was okay for me this year, nothing outrageous or special, just a small family new years, minus my sister. It helped that my mum was able to make it in time for the new years countdown from work. But overall, sharing a bottle of Verdi with my parents, pulling party poppers around the house, setting off sparkles in the front yard and sending hundreds of text messages to all my beloved ones.
I guess what sort of ruined my new years experience this year was the fact that I had to go to work at 11am the next day, boo hoo. But it kind of made me happy in a way, for two reasons...double pay (yes!) and that it was my last shift in the hell-hole I call East Blacktown Red Rooster, and back to Westpoint Red Rooster with the rest of my workmates, whom I have learnt to call friends now. The other day, my boss Tammy fired a couple of people from the Westpoint store. My manager at East Blacktown wouldn't tell me who got fired, but in the back of my head I kept saying, please don't fire my friends. I only have a couple there, but still, you never know. And next thing I know, two of my friends got fired. Boo hoo. One of them, I used to talk a lot too, but was also a very annoying and talkative person. So talkative that I would purposely hide in the freezer just to now hear their voice echoing in the kitchen, but I still called a friend. The other was with me in the kitchen most of the time and although I didn't talk to this person much, we always had a good time out back with the rest of the kitchenhand crew. But I guess it's just business.
So, every year people do this small tradition over the world where they attempt to uphold a promise or goal to themselves to achieve over the year before the next known as a new year's resolution. Some of the resoultions are all the same and cliche, like to lose weight, or to be try a be a better saver or a better lover. I personally couldn't think of a new year's resolution. Most people who make resolutions, just end up breaking it or are unable to keep it up. So I thought, I would keep mine simple and achieveable. To become a nicer person to every person and take more pictures of all life's memories (cliche i know =P).
I guess what sort of ruined my new years experience this year was the fact that I had to go to work at 11am the next day, boo hoo. But it kind of made me happy in a way, for two reasons...double pay (yes!) and that it was my last shift in the hell-hole I call East Blacktown Red Rooster, and back to Westpoint Red Rooster with the rest of my workmates, whom I have learnt to call friends now. The other day, my boss Tammy fired a couple of people from the Westpoint store. My manager at East Blacktown wouldn't tell me who got fired, but in the back of my head I kept saying, please don't fire my friends. I only have a couple there, but still, you never know. And next thing I know, two of my friends got fired. Boo hoo. One of them, I used to talk a lot too, but was also a very annoying and talkative person. So talkative that I would purposely hide in the freezer just to now hear their voice echoing in the kitchen, but I still called a friend. The other was with me in the kitchen most of the time and although I didn't talk to this person much, we always had a good time out back with the rest of the kitchenhand crew. But I guess it's just business.
So, every year people do this small tradition over the world where they attempt to uphold a promise or goal to themselves to achieve over the year before the next known as a new year's resolution. Some of the resoultions are all the same and cliche, like to lose weight, or to be try a be a better saver or a better lover. I personally couldn't think of a new year's resolution. Most people who make resolutions, just end up breaking it or are unable to keep it up. So I thought, I would keep mine simple and achieveable. To become a nicer person to every person and take more pictures of all life's memories (cliche i know =P).
Dec 11, 2009
The Art of Awkwardness
Awkward: socially uncomfortable; unsure and constrained in manner; causing inconvenience...
My last post, I bitched about how much the ladies on the bus pissed me off, because of their foreign conversation at the back of the bus. Like everything in life, there's always something good about having to listen to conversations on the bus, especially if its amazingly juicy, or in this case, awkward.
On my way home, I sat near the back of the bus again. To my left was a high school couple making out in the back. Gross much, have some manners first off. But thats not what I want to talk about. On my right, was an Aboriginal woman and her "supposed" boyfriend of seven years. This woman was very outspoken and loud. She sat at the back and her boyfriend required bus fare to get home. He borrowed some money off his girlfriend, just as the bus doors closed and the bus was in motion. The woman yells out, "FUCKING WAIT!", to the bus driver. Everyone turns around to see what this rude person is on about. The man pays his fare, gets his change and sits in the front of the bus. And here begins the ongoing feud which entertained me during my bus ride home.
As the man was sitting in the front of the bus, the woman obviously is upset by this and yells from the back of the bus...
"Dennis! Now you're not gonna fucking sit next to me? After I pay for your fucking bus fare you fucking sit there and not next to me? What the fuck is this? Keep the fucking change then, you fucking gronk."
The woman started to repeat herself again, cursing at her supposed boyfriend, asking him in her rude tone why he is sitting in the front and not next to her. Then it got a bit too personal and things got highly awkward for the remaining ten or more people on the bus.
"You're fucking her aren't you?"
CRAZY WOMAN AT THE BACK OF THE BUS SAY WHAAAAT? At this point, I turned off my music and decided to listen (I know it was rude of me, but my music could not go that loud to silent her out.
"You were with her on Tuesday weren't you? And then you fucking call me on Wednesday to come over? What the fuck is up with that? You're fucking Ashley aren't you? Fuck you, you gronk."
Hmmm, this mysterious Tuesday evening woman has a name ... Ashley ;)
"Fuck you then, I'm just gonna go to the tavern tonight and get drunk. I don't need you to get drunk. The police ask about you, I tell them "Oh yeah I know Dennis, he's a troublemaker that one". You're mum calls me, yeah that's right, she knows everything bout you. She says she gives you money every Thursday and asks when you gonna move in with that Ashley. Fuck you, you gronk. And fuck her too. Go fuck your fat and ugly slut. I'll go Prospect on my own and fuck someone too, not someone who's fat and ugly."
The woman continually repeated herself over and over again. She finally got off with her boyfriend of seven years (according to her) a stop before me and everyone on the bus looks at one another and smiles =). Well that wasn't awkward! Not at all.
My last post, I bitched about how much the ladies on the bus pissed me off, because of their foreign conversation at the back of the bus. Like everything in life, there's always something good about having to listen to conversations on the bus, especially if its amazingly juicy, or in this case, awkward.
On my way home, I sat near the back of the bus again. To my left was a high school couple making out in the back. Gross much, have some manners first off. But thats not what I want to talk about. On my right, was an Aboriginal woman and her "supposed" boyfriend of seven years. This woman was very outspoken and loud. She sat at the back and her boyfriend required bus fare to get home. He borrowed some money off his girlfriend, just as the bus doors closed and the bus was in motion. The woman yells out, "FUCKING WAIT!", to the bus driver. Everyone turns around to see what this rude person is on about. The man pays his fare, gets his change and sits in the front of the bus. And here begins the ongoing feud which entertained me during my bus ride home.
As the man was sitting in the front of the bus, the woman obviously is upset by this and yells from the back of the bus...
"Dennis! Now you're not gonna fucking sit next to me? After I pay for your fucking bus fare you fucking sit there and not next to me? What the fuck is this? Keep the fucking change then, you fucking gronk."
The woman started to repeat herself again, cursing at her supposed boyfriend, asking him in her rude tone why he is sitting in the front and not next to her. Then it got a bit too personal and things got highly awkward for the remaining ten or more people on the bus.
"You're fucking her aren't you?"
CRAZY WOMAN AT THE BACK OF THE BUS SAY WHAAAAT? At this point, I turned off my music and decided to listen (I know it was rude of me, but my music could not go that loud to silent her out.
"You were with her on Tuesday weren't you? And then you fucking call me on Wednesday to come over? What the fuck is up with that? You're fucking Ashley aren't you? Fuck you, you gronk."
Hmmm, this mysterious Tuesday evening woman has a name ... Ashley ;)
"Fuck you then, I'm just gonna go to the tavern tonight and get drunk. I don't need you to get drunk. The police ask about you, I tell them "Oh yeah I know Dennis, he's a troublemaker that one". You're mum calls me, yeah that's right, she knows everything bout you. She says she gives you money every Thursday and asks when you gonna move in with that Ashley. Fuck you, you gronk. And fuck her too. Go fuck your fat and ugly slut. I'll go Prospect on my own and fuck someone too, not someone who's fat and ugly."
The woman continually repeated herself over and over again. She finally got off with her boyfriend of seven years (according to her) a stop before me and everyone on the bus looks at one another and smiles =). Well that wasn't awkward! Not at all.
Dec 10, 2009
people these days .. part 2
Public transport is pretty much the only way I tend to get around anywhere these days. I don't drive, or have a superfly boyfriend to drive me around where ever and when ever I would like. So for the meantime, I am forced to take public transport. And no I am not going to bitch about how HORRIBLE the transport system in NSW is, that will be for another day, although today, I would like to mention, I spent twenty minutes waiting for my bus to get to work, so pissed off at that. But anyway, a couple of entries ago I bitched about some random girl on the train who was pretty much screaming gossip into her phone in a carriage full of people reading and sleeping. Well today, on the bus (which arrived twenty minutes late), I sat in the third last row, near the back with who I assume to be, a Polish woman sitting in front and another Polish woman sitting behind me. I took the aisle seat, because I'm just selfish that way and don't like to sit next to people, especially if I'm not in a good mood.
So as the bus was going down Richmond Rd, the Polish lady in front of me, turns around and starts talking in her native language. I had my music on pretty loud so I could not tell if she was talking in English or to me at all, and two seconds later, the other Polish lady behind me, answers back at the Polish woman in front of me. I'm thinking, okay, this is awkward. But as the bus stopped to pick up more people the conversation between the Polish ladies got louder and irritating. Here's why I was pissed off with these ladies, one; if you do intend to have a conversation to one another why must you sit one seat any from each other? two; if you do intend to have an annoying foreign conversation to one another, have some respect for the innocent and already ticked off girl sitting inbetween you, like literally inbetween you, and three; it is too early in the morning to be having a loud conversation at the back of the bus in a foreign language. NEXT TIME WHY DON'T YOU JUST SIT NEXT TO EACH OTHER, THAT WAY SOME OTHER PERSON CAN TAKE YOUR SEAT AND THAT WAY YOU CAN KEEP YOUR CONVERSATION AT A LOWER DECIBEL! MY GOSH PEOPLE!!!!
Another thing, usually I start work at about 11am, so I take the 10.22am 753 bus. This bus is usually always on time, but I notice that everytime I get on the bus and sit down. There is always this foul, awful smell coming from behind me. These buses are the new, but not exactly new buses. It's those buses where the seats are longer than usual and have a head rest, so I don;t exactly turn around to check out what the smell is. But everytime I get onto that bus, I smell the SAME foul, disgusting mother of all stenches. One day, I could not take it anymore and I turned around to check what it was. To my surprise sits a middle aged, hairy, fat man who looked at me like I was a piece of fried chicken. I quickly turned around, because I knew if I continued to keep staring at this blob that I was going to be eaten. I kept thinking, how on earth did I happen to sit in front of this repulsive being all the time? HELLO MATE, THERE'S A LITTLE SOMETHING THAT'S BEEN INVENTED TO HELP WITH YOUR PROBLEM. SOAP! FUCK YOU'D PROBABLY NEED A BATHTUB THE SIZE OF THE FUCKING PACIFIC OCEAN TO GET RID OF YOUR AWFUL SMELL. DO YOU NOT OWN A SHOWER MATE? OR DO YOU JUST USE IT TO STORE YOUR WINTER FOOD?
You know what else I hate, people who are ultimately picky. I work at red rooster, and heck I'm not complaining. The people are nice there and that's what keeps me going. Being a fastfood joint, we get the occasional two or three people who come back and complain that something is wrong with their food. For example, one lady, ordered a Rippa Sub, and she came back within thirty minutes and said "Excuse me but can I have another one? The bread is too fresh." =S, EXCUSE ME MISS? Since when do people complain food is TOO FRESH? People usually complain that it's not fresh enough. She said she would like the bread to be a bit soggy like the last time she had a Ripp Sub. EARTH TO DUMBASS! HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT YOUR BREAD TASTED LIKE THE LAST TIME YOU ATE ONE? WHY COME BACK COMPLAINING AFTER HALF AN HOUR OF EATING YOUR MEAL? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
Another example; a girl from Nagle high school, she was blonde, looked like one of those stuck up bitches who thinks that the earth revolves around them; ordered a cheeseburger. She comes back about ten seconds later and says, "Can I have another cheeseburger please? This one given to me doesn't look very appealing." FUCK YOU! BITCH! YOU TRY WORKING IN THE KITCHEN, TRYING TO SERVE FUCKING TEN OR MORE PEOPLE AT THE SAME TIME, WITH THE FRYER GOING OFF, THE MICROWAVE GOING OFF, AND MAKING SURE YOU HAVE THE ORDERS CORRECT. WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH FUCKING TIME TO PLEASE YOU PRINCESS! IT ALL TASTES THE SAME! TRY EATING A CHEESEBURGER AT MACCAS BLACKTOWN STATION, THEY'RE THE WORST KITCHENHANDS EVER! SO DON'T THINK JUST BECAUSE YOUR THE CUSTOMER THAT YOU ARE ALWAYS RIGHT. FUCK YOU. GO FUCK YOURSELF BITCH. In the words of Katrina, THIS IS NOT SOME CORDON BLEU MEAL BITCH! YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING GARNISH YOUR BURGER WITH SOME PARSLEY? AND CUT YOUR BURGER INTO QUARTERS? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!
So as the bus was going down Richmond Rd, the Polish lady in front of me, turns around and starts talking in her native language. I had my music on pretty loud so I could not tell if she was talking in English or to me at all, and two seconds later, the other Polish lady behind me, answers back at the Polish woman in front of me. I'm thinking, okay, this is awkward. But as the bus stopped to pick up more people the conversation between the Polish ladies got louder and irritating. Here's why I was pissed off with these ladies, one; if you do intend to have a conversation to one another why must you sit one seat any from each other? two; if you do intend to have an annoying foreign conversation to one another, have some respect for the innocent and already ticked off girl sitting inbetween you, like literally inbetween you, and three; it is too early in the morning to be having a loud conversation at the back of the bus in a foreign language. NEXT TIME WHY DON'T YOU JUST SIT NEXT TO EACH OTHER, THAT WAY SOME OTHER PERSON CAN TAKE YOUR SEAT AND THAT WAY YOU CAN KEEP YOUR CONVERSATION AT A LOWER DECIBEL! MY GOSH PEOPLE!!!!
Another thing, usually I start work at about 11am, so I take the 10.22am 753 bus. This bus is usually always on time, but I notice that everytime I get on the bus and sit down. There is always this foul, awful smell coming from behind me. These buses are the new, but not exactly new buses. It's those buses where the seats are longer than usual and have a head rest, so I don;t exactly turn around to check out what the smell is. But everytime I get onto that bus, I smell the SAME foul, disgusting mother of all stenches. One day, I could not take it anymore and I turned around to check what it was. To my surprise sits a middle aged, hairy, fat man who looked at me like I was a piece of fried chicken. I quickly turned around, because I knew if I continued to keep staring at this blob that I was going to be eaten. I kept thinking, how on earth did I happen to sit in front of this repulsive being all the time? HELLO MATE, THERE'S A LITTLE SOMETHING THAT'S BEEN INVENTED TO HELP WITH YOUR PROBLEM. SOAP! FUCK YOU'D PROBABLY NEED A BATHTUB THE SIZE OF THE FUCKING PACIFIC OCEAN TO GET RID OF YOUR AWFUL SMELL. DO YOU NOT OWN A SHOWER MATE? OR DO YOU JUST USE IT TO STORE YOUR WINTER FOOD?
You know what else I hate, people who are ultimately picky. I work at red rooster, and heck I'm not complaining. The people are nice there and that's what keeps me going. Being a fastfood joint, we get the occasional two or three people who come back and complain that something is wrong with their food. For example, one lady, ordered a Rippa Sub, and she came back within thirty minutes and said "Excuse me but can I have another one? The bread is too fresh." =S, EXCUSE ME MISS? Since when do people complain food is TOO FRESH? People usually complain that it's not fresh enough. She said she would like the bread to be a bit soggy like the last time she had a Ripp Sub. EARTH TO DUMBASS! HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT YOUR BREAD TASTED LIKE THE LAST TIME YOU ATE ONE? WHY COME BACK COMPLAINING AFTER HALF AN HOUR OF EATING YOUR MEAL? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
Another example; a girl from Nagle high school, she was blonde, looked like one of those stuck up bitches who thinks that the earth revolves around them; ordered a cheeseburger. She comes back about ten seconds later and says, "Can I have another cheeseburger please? This one given to me doesn't look very appealing." FUCK YOU! BITCH! YOU TRY WORKING IN THE KITCHEN, TRYING TO SERVE FUCKING TEN OR MORE PEOPLE AT THE SAME TIME, WITH THE FRYER GOING OFF, THE MICROWAVE GOING OFF, AND MAKING SURE YOU HAVE THE ORDERS CORRECT. WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH FUCKING TIME TO PLEASE YOU PRINCESS! IT ALL TASTES THE SAME! TRY EATING A CHEESEBURGER AT MACCAS BLACKTOWN STATION, THEY'RE THE WORST KITCHENHANDS EVER! SO DON'T THINK JUST BECAUSE YOUR THE CUSTOMER THAT YOU ARE ALWAYS RIGHT. FUCK YOU. GO FUCK YOURSELF BITCH. In the words of Katrina, THIS IS NOT SOME CORDON BLEU MEAL BITCH! YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING GARNISH YOUR BURGER WITH SOME PARSLEY? AND CUT YOUR BURGER INTO QUARTERS? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!
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