Saturday, May 13, 2006

Public Holiday Meal

Every public holiday that I work
I eat a standard meal
At 10.50am
I walk towards…

Subway
6-inch cold cut trio
Honey oat bread
Lettuce and cucumber
Honey mustard sauce
2 cookies (normally will order double choc)
ice lemon tea

That is my
Breakfast
Lunch
Dinner

Isn’t it just wonderful?


Nasty Customer

Think this is the 1st time I’m gg to complain about a customer..
But hey...even my parents won’t scold/talk to me in such a bad manner ok?
She came back with her cd…
Claiming that it’s faulty…
Then she and her husband consecutively barked at me…
How can you all sell faulty stuff?
it’s very wrong…
you better change it for me…
and if it’s spoilt again…
(the above is not word for word..but the next line I QUOTE!!!)
I’ll throw it back at you…

HELLO!!!!!!
We only sell the CDs…
We dun manufacture them…
So what if it’s faulty?
Just have some patience
We’ll definitely change a good one for you…
Why do you have to say such things?

Ironic thing?
Her name’s GRACE
Can’t you be gracious?

Thank God He gave me the ability to not talk back…
Thank you Lord for letting me just smile back at her…
Thank you Lord for presenting good customer service…
And…
Thank you Lord for dying for her on the cross…
So that there is therefore no condemnation…
But Lord…
Dun let me see her again…
and thank you that I dun really remember her face…
Just dun let her tell me her full name…
Cos I still remember…


Ok...enough of venting…
Duno what got over me tonight…

You, name yourself…
Tiredness?
Troubled-ness?
Unhappiness?
Loneliness?

Maybe bcos it’s my 12th consecutive day working?
Maybe bcos I return home to see the words on the wall?
Maybe bcos I return to a home I din really wanna return to?
Maybe bcos I wanted to talk to someone?
Maybe bcos I needed someone to talk to?
Maybe bcos I can’t find anyone to talk to?
Maybe bcos I realized that I can’t find anyone I can really talk to?
Maybe bcos I discovered that I have been living 20 years…
Yet I haven found a friend that I can openly share all that I am thinking?

I know God hears me…
He knows all my thoughts even before I think of them…
So why is God allowing me to think lidat?
Can someone enlighten me?

Lord, why are You letting me ask
“why am I born in this family?” again?

HELP! HELP! HELP!
JESUS, I NEED YOU!

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beLoVeD jkMy out
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