Chapter Fifteen: People passing, Christmas coming

I know it’s something very shallow to do but I couldn’t help it as I was standing at the entrance of Gelare for a good 2 hours there was nothing to do but to look at people. And I’m surprised I’m still here typing this because I must have looked at countless girlfriends of guys.

Citylink is just like every other place in the vicinity because it has two extremes. It’s either you’re really really really good-looking or you’re just butt ugly. In the middle? No no.

And it’s always the good looking ones who end up having boyfriends which I must remark are good looking too. Aye, good dressing and good looking oh I notice they’re all Chinese.

See, I came up with this particular equation today.

 Malay (or malay-looking)  boy + skinny jeans = Mat

Chinese boy + skinny jeans = Hot

You’ll get what I mean if you happen to pass people like that on the streets. Come on, who else wears bloody red skinny jeans? I saw a fat girl wearing it today and she was running.

Oh, noticed also that a lot of petite girls have the Ms. _______ t-shirt from Topshop, I counted around 15 today. I saw an interesting shirt on a guy though called Mr. Masturbate. Pretty cool.

Facial hair on short guys and rocking hair upstairs is hot. And the girls are….droools. But alas! I have served quite a few before but they turn out to be snobby bitches, so just ruins everything. A thank you would do, thank you very much!

They’re working me to death next week so hopefully I’ll be fine. I’m working Tuesday to saturday consecutive days. I calculated that by Christmas, if I get my pay before that day, I’ll get roughly 600 bucks, which may not be big to some but 600 before Christmas. This means loads of you will get presents.

Just like last year, wow, present after present for people but I had an opportunity to see everybody and give it to them, so please please please some rich bugger organise a Christmas Party so that I can give stuff to people and …umm, get some back.

If ya know what I mean.

Oh, concourse Christmas fair/bazaar/whatever is so pretty. A damned perfect moment when all I could hear was nothing and looking.