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Monday, July 14, 2008
7/14/2008 02:57:00 PM

hey guys. a new start, a new beginning. and a random opening to a new blog entry. i dont know what thats for. but i guess it good to start anew everyday. lol.

entering university manz..cant believe it. while i'm blogging here while having holidays, bored i guess. not really, its fun, but yeah. my money management is bad, so i've decided to slack at home most of the time until i get a job. got my resume all sent out a few days, but i guess if i still dont get any replies soon, i'll go for more choices. i guess maybe, i might want to go back to retail. it was not that bad, in fact i liked it. it was fun, other than because the stupid Levi's store in singapore had me working so much, a part timer but worked like a full timer, because they knew i had nothing better to do, after National Service, i guess ya, other than slacking and having fun, i really had nothing better to do. but yeah, its not fun working retail long hours.

on ur feet the whole day, walking back and forth, although my store was a flagship, and was a big one to walk about in, but yeah, u can walk a million times in a day of 12 hours manz. but yeah, its fun giving service to people, as long as they dont give me a hard time. can just remember the last time i had a bad day, which was my last day of work at Levi's, not exactly last day, but i made it my last day, three days before my official "get fired" date. but no, i was not fired, come on, my sales were records even though i was only there for one mth, why would i get fired? they should beg me to stay. part timer - cheap labour and good sales manz..so funny how they came up with a logic that when i came for work, people will start buying more. but yeah, i had an 8 hours session, that i didnt sell a thing. i guess cos it was a weekday morning shift. oh ya, no i didnt sell nothing, it was not $0, i made a sale...i remember i did, before leaving, i finished my work at 5 that day. but i stayed till 5:30 just to nail a deal that i was halfway thru. haha...who wouldnt want a part timer like that manz..

remembered other part timers that just left when the time is up, like even if they are halfway putting back stock or something, they will just leave the clothes wherever, for example, 5pm, they were. the nearest surface or something. but yeah, i guess i either do my best, or i rather not do at all. thats my mentality. its against my principles to do things half-heartedly.

but yeah, wow...i wandered off very far from my point. yeah the last day of work. i attended to this China woman, okay. maybe late 20s. i was nice to her okay. i was real nice, and she was kinda nice too, haha, maybe because she's a slut and there's a guy instead of a girl attending to her in the women's department of the shop. okay, i dont say she's a slut for no reason k? but she really acted and looked like one. she was like wearing super short skirt, those that u can say "never wear also the same" those kind of things. then she was wearing a top. erm, more like a spider web manz. u know those kinda tops that have million holes in it. okay, u dunno. because this is the first time i saw it too. its really like spider web, the "strings" are so thin, u really, dont have to wear that, u can do without it.

and yeah, inside of course bra. i dunno how to explain this to u, but its like wearing a bra, and thinking to urself "thats too little", ahh...i want to show the bra, but i gotta wear a top, lets cut big big holes in it.

okay. and i was nice despite the way i thought of her. she changed in the fitting room, and everytime she opened the door, i looked away. because the way she talked to her other slutty china friend(okay no offence to china pple k, i love u guys.), it was obvious she needed help with putting on the stuff. i mean if u cant fit into the jeans, get a bigger no.!

okay, then she was pondering whether she should alter it, i was so tired, because it was like at 10pm already, and the shop is officially already closed, just that we close up till 1030 or even eleven(on this day) b4 leaving, and they obviously didnt care. they were obviously hitting the clubs, because when they came in, they were like "its okay, its still early, lets shop first". sluts.

then she asked me whether she should alter, of course i was like "erm..nayz...i think it looks fine". i almost tricked her into it, because obviously i didnt want to alter for her, i wanted to go home manz. just buy it and leave manz!

but she looked a few more times, she was like "i guess i should, i dont want to come back for it". and for ur info, mainland chinese that come to this shop, are rich. they just pick up stuff, and leave wearing it. but obviously, no sense of style, because everytime on them, is Levi's. but i guess we couldnt care less, we're earning manz..

then i took the measurements, trying not to look at inappropriate body parts or whatever. and not get too near to her. i had to be at the feet of a slut, what a humbling situation. =X then ya. guess what mistake i made, when i finally finished it and nailed the deal. i messed up which jeans was which jeans. i mean, i wouldnt care if i were her, but i said it aloud while looking at both of them "which one was it again?" and i directed the question at her, obviously i was tired. then she was like "are u new here? why u so messy one." and yeah. that hit me like hard, because it was at the counter, and every other colleague was there, and she shouted in my face. i didnt know what to say, my friend just asked me to let him handle it. i was like "what?", after all i did. for ur info, the sales records are recorded for part timers, but are not important, only to me and my pride i guess.

and yeah, that night...guess what..i was at the club too. not the same one. in fact a pub, was trying to find time to hang out with my cousins. but i was feeling real down. emotionally down too with everything happening in my life then, i was at the clubs almost like twice a week. mostly by myself, even though i knew pple there. but i didnt bother to find them. and ya, that day. i hate beer for ur info, and i gulped it like water(okay faster than water, i dont drink water fast)...i dont get drunk on liquor that fast, but beer, because i hate it, two beer cups(the big ones), i'm almost there manz. and i had more than that that day, about two jugs. i know marcus was like shocked and he asked me to stop. but i didnt care.

yeah. the next thing, i'm on the dance floor(even though i usually was) and dancing with a hooker. i didnt even know actually, but i decent danced with her. but she came on me real hard. and later when i was drunk-ed out, i sat outside the pub by the streets, puking in the drain, and she was sitting on me. asking me for money. i was like "no way...i just wanted to be friends. i didnt even do anything". but yeah, it was like a friendship, but she obviously gave me the "waste of my time" look after i said that when she said "i come from philippines, i come here to earn money...can u give me some"...haha. come on, ur on me, u should give me some.. lol... my fav phrase when hookers come on me, and start touching me or something, i'll be like "erm...if u continue, i think u gotta pay me" haha...

no way i'm paying for a girls' services just because she touched me manz. intimacy is more like something i want to earn, and closeness and mutual understanding of the limits, should be whats it about. not earn thru paying for it. thats saying i need to pay for it?...no way...at least thats my opinion of it.

okay. got carried away again. and that day, the worse thing that happened..was me on the bar counter, taking over the pole dance role of the pole dancer there. okay. no further details about that night. thats the last time i'm getting that drunk in a bar.

haha. thats for u tommy, to think b4 the night started, u were like "Cliff, u come to this kind of place ar? i didnt know..."...yeah and i'm an experienced pole dancer too. =X lol...and for u losers that dunno who marcus and tommy are. they are my closest cousins including my female cousin Priscilla, that i officially declare are one of the people i care about and love the most in the world.

okay. see how i write my blog entry, i have no idea what i want to start with, or maybe i do, but later i find something more interesting i want to talk about. thats my blog for u guys manz. saying again, what i want to say, maybe not what u want to hear, but if its not, u see the top right corner of the internet explorer or firefox, etc u r using. or left hand corner for u mac pple(if i'm not wrong), the red cross is right there for yea to click.

okay. drifting back to the start. entering university. university of toronto. my so-called "dream school". but not really, just what i wanted to enter all along. but if there was a dream sch, it'll be called "rock school" or "music school". =P

but yeah. entering wanting to take psych and philosophy as double majors. considering wanting to choose Criminology as one of them, choosing three, and seeing which two i love better.

because b4 i go into music and stuff, i'm really intending to become a cop. i guess i still like the rank system thingy. but not army. i know u guys are like, becoming a cop, doesnt need u to know these stuff exactly. i know, but since a degree is needed for everyone to make it in the real world today, and will help me climb up the ranks faster, why not do stuff i really have interest in? Cops need brains too k? even though studies /= being smart. haha. thats nice. put = and / together. get "not equal to". for those that are slow, get a pen and paper, write those one over another. and for those that do not know that symbol "give up"..

okay. enough crap on my blog.

pen off.

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