I Slap You

Had tons of fun with Rachel as we scratch mannequins' crotches, imitating the way some people speak and playing with the walkie-talkie but she's moving to Knightbridge soon with Ievan and all the new staff. ):
And had the tall-grande-venti dilemma at Starbucks ugh. In the end, I succumbed to Starbuck's excellent pricing strategy and ended up buying venti (in my defense, add $1.50 more only to get venti horrr) and Rachel's not helpingggg. Haters gonna hate it has been like 2 weeks since my last Starbucks.
I love my job now (the helping customers and recommend them part) because I'm a fashion "coordinator" like that. I helped this Chinese dude how to tie a hooded scarf (he was thanking me profusely and I was like, fuck yeah)  and another who was apprehensive on whether his harem matched the shoe he's intending to buy and he and his friend said "bye Iskandar!" to me I don't know how they got my name but I can't stop grinning after that. So much that I need him to slap me. And this ang moh guy asking for my service on which shirt would suit his friend who's the same skin tone as me (I'm guessing fuck buddy but oh well shouldn't be so superficial shoud I?) and this extremely hot ang moh guy who asked me to recommend a shoe for him and he slung his arm around me when he asked and patted me on the shoulder and smiled when he was leaving ahhh.

Beginning to question my sexuality now

And I HATE (with a capital H and A and T and E okay never mind) customers who did not acknowledge me when I greet them at the entrance; even worse when they give that fuck-face of theirs. Especially on my angsty, fuck tired day which is like, everyday.

A cheebai was mouthed each time a snotty bitch walk past me.

p.s. MRM is my favourite subject. For now. ♥♥♥
Okay it's TVPROD now