Saturday..

It didn't even feel like a weekend. Not even one bit.. From how I know it, time flies when your doing alot of things.. So, how come awhile ago, time was kind of on a stand still even though the stuff I was doing was piling up already and i was already running around the office checking in and checking out everyone all at the same time.. Shit, talk about time being against you.. that shit is just pretty fucked up. My nine hour shift felt like fucking three days!

Anyway, I'm not sure if i'm heading for Ton's or JP's tonight since I'm still in the morning schedule tomorrow till Monday. Shit.. Goodbye Social life!

WORKING IN A HOTEL = SOCIAL SUICIDE

And I get closer inch by inch day by day into oblivion.. Next thing you know, you'll be like.. "Who's Mon again? Oh yeah.. Him"

Note: For those who hasn't seen me in the past three months, i have hair already, and yeah it's not the nice kind. I just grew it for the sake of having hair since it's a requirement at work.