honestly yours

I'm trying to make blogging a habit but everytime i click on the New Post button, i just stared blankly at the screen.

Must be my goldfish brain, can't put to words my thoughts.

It has been a sleep deprived start of this week for me. Waking up at the crack of dawn, squeezed the train all the way to Pasir Ris. Get into the mode of ROBOT work, and get paid 5 dollar per hour. Hmm, i think just enough to cover my one day transport to and fro.

I wouldn't say i'm complaining but its a new challenge. At least i have horny boy to work together with me. Life would be tough if i'm left alone. The next day you'll find me zonked under packs of Honest Kids.

My daily intake -- Tropical Tango. I think i'll turn ORGANIC by the end of the week.

One thing about the place is that it's really dusty? Felt like i'm an ANITQUE put on display for years at the end of the day. Totally used and underpaid. HAHAH!

It's pretty fun, but at times it really kills. You're tagging and packing and wondering, is that all to life? It seems for a moment you've lost your sanity.

Each taggers should have a motto to live by.

"Sacrificing small me to fulfil a greater destiny, HONEST TEA."

Kings say he'll win Gold for Singapore if there is Tagging in YOG. Haha!

Man i'd better sleep, i only have 6 hours left.

Goodbye for now.




Its a juice, it's tea, it's honest tea!

What the hell is wrong with me. :D