
Good morning everyone, I just met Osama Bin Laden in the bathroom mirror.
1 hour of sleep is pretty much all you need to get you going right? All I need is a nice big breakfast from McDonald's with two cups of coffee. Which I haven't had for a long time. Maybe its because that nasi lemak by the roadside goes a long way for only three bucks. Ayam goreng
somemore. Not bad
weih!
Drats. Ran out of shaving cream. My employer isn't so strict when it comes to working. But the first thing she'll realize is my grooming since I have to promote a product in particular. Somehow she'll use the term 'doing business'.
"Hisham, I want you to at least sell a few bottles of fragrance from Ralph Lauren okay, akak
harap you doing good business, gaji akak kira comission sekali yee?"
I suppose it IS business.. Since I can bullshit to my customers alot about
'ze parfums'...
where the hell is my shaving cream?. My shirt is not well ironed, a bit of ciggarette ash on my trousers, and two hours is not enough to dry a washed shirt. The dry cleaners are nowhere near my neighbourhood area too.
at least I HAVE something to wear rather than showing up with something else. Or nothing.
Okay dun deal. Now for something to eat and it MUST NOT BURN A HOLE IN MY POCKET.
I ran out of bread...
No bread, no toast. But I do have some cold chapatis!
Stupid chapatis..wish they could fit in my toaster. Way convenient.Thats it. I'm off, and hopefully I don't get celaka customers.
Waiyan, I'm sure your reading this. And I think you should know that most of my friend's wife make sure their husbands are well fed in the morning.
baaaahhhh...