"he dont send students here anyhow one", recapped.

one word. mampos.

and i didnt had time to get my shoes on upon leaving the workplace. if you were to be me. you really would not wish to face him everyday. and the expected work that we are supposed to do. yeahh its fun. but it took 7 hours to produce a total 100 grams filament. and we reached 60 grams. mind you its grams! plus the white paints. the manager. its mof'in high profile job. and i feel like a cheap labour. oh mann we didnt even get hold of an idea on making that machine. we were like the three stressful malays in the meeting room.

hahahaha. nasib baik pen aku tak dekat clean room. sikit punyerr takut siot. abehh nak step harry potter nyerr accent. mampos. yes doctor firdaus. ahahahahaha. muke stress ahh satu satu. tak sempat siot nak pakai kasot. serammmm.

enough about me, them political rallies were hot mann. workers party is fighting hard. even came up with those teenie weenie issues. let PAP win lahh. Mr Ong Ah Heng gave us bursaries you know.

the traffic jam was hot too. it was all the way from the highway till my doorstep. i can even set up my alarm clock for that. and count some hondas.

tomorrow be the last day at school and 12 weeks of...

mampos. helppppp! help! help!

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