abeit in tad harsher fashion. i jumped at the chance for double pay on Labour Day
and lived to regret it. like BOO
it was a terrible day at work. and i shant elaborate la. just know that its BAD.
sigh. and a certain Hakim was chirping Daniel Powter's BAD DAY over the walkie-talkie.
talk about making things worse man. hahaha
but as always. there was something to save that horrid day.
and here goes :
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there was a girl. at the corner buried in her books. cut a figure so forlorn and withdrawn. 5 hours or more. just at #55. rounds were made. day was bad. job was crappy. she saw it all. she felt it in.
and naw. that doesnt count as poetry. haha. its meant as a summary of what happened and all.
so after she was mugging there for almost 5 hours, number of customers died down around 10pm and i realised that she hasnt rose and hydrated herself for that obnoxiously long period of time.
so what i did. got a tray and had a cup. glass of ice water for the lady with the note above.
and yeah. i turned my back after serving. made another round to her area and saw her smile for the first
truly was one of genuine appreciation. and that warm feeling arose . that i've done something good to help a fellow student.
and nah. with no ulterior motives either. i don't believe in that. help should be without returns and if its not from the heart, then its not worth doing. HEARTWARE.
definitely not for the tip. perhaps just for making the day of another one embroiled in the horrors of MUGGING.
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her reply unwittingly drew a smile on my harsh and work beaten face
whoever this nice lady might be, you made my day. thank you. (:
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4:55 PM