I went for Ashrah's 20th birthday party at Marina Bay Sands hotel last friday. It was freaking awesome though I wasn't drunk. Just got myself high and dancing all night. Thank you so much boyfriend for accompanying me. And thank you Ashrah and Nisa for being great party hosts!

Had a bad day at work just now. Seriously bad. First I wasn't told about my position change. I didn't bring my shoes to be a waitress. I was actually assigned to be the cashier but they replaced me with someone else. Second, I don't know if the customer is dumb or has never been to a club before. She and about 5 of her friends bought only one fucking jug. They asked me for cups, I placed the cups on their table nicely already. Then O walk away. I was helping and teaching the cashier how to use the cash register, then that mother fucking customer came up to me. She said to me I was rude and didn't serve them properly because I didn't pour their drinks for them. SERIOUSLY BITCH THIS ISN'T A MOTHERFUCKING RESTAURANT. I DON'T EVEN POUR DRINKS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO BUY BOTTLES. So I said to her nicely, that isn't my job. Then she became unhappy and fucking show me attitude. I apologised sarcastically because my tolerance for people like this is super super low. So fucking stupid. Buy one jug only, discounted some more. Stupid. Thirdly, this stupid cashier, like she don't really do her work. Once, twice, thrice maybe four times, I can teach you and do for you the cashiering. But I did it for the whole bloody night. 10782791 fucking times I taught her, all time fucking time she keep asking me to do and do and do. I hate it when I'm nice and people step over me seriously. At the end of the night, there was a shortage of 100+ dollars. Not my fucking problem cos I'm the damn waitress. ONLY.

Besides my (I think I can call it) fucked up job, everything's pretty good. Still being treated like a princess by my boyfriend. Well. Have a good week ahead.