On a bloody business trip again.

Hate to travel with boss, feels random, but i always do so, ‘coz i’ ve got nothing to do with the realistic life.  Current situation always makes feel like to quit this buffon job, but somehow i’ve got no other plans.

Hate ecnomic class, hate the flight attendant late for my call, hate the stink random indonesian guy who’s sitting beside me, hate the ugly looking male air security, hate the satuation that i have to take care of the boss all the time because he doesn’t speak any english, hate the incredible exchanging rate of the Rps currency, hate singapore airport doesn’t have a smoking room, hate the boss when he sleeps he grunts, hate the guide speaking like a retard, hate the air pressure made my ears hurts, hate the waiters always waitting for a big tip, hate these same looking streets always make me get lost, hate the cashier in the convenient store rise the price of tobacco only because i looked like a japanese, hate the singer’s singing some traditional folk shit in the restaurant, hate other members of the group ask me extramely stupid questions, hate myself have to pretend to be really professional all day, hate the delivery of goods are always been delayed, hate the engineer showing off on his bollocks advantages, hate i have to take all those big heavy stupid baggages, hate the officer at the custom check point asking for some rake-off, hate the only one beautiful girl these days she got engaged, hate the hairy driver always being late, hate myself have to go take a shower after the chairman, hate the food makes me wanna throw up, hate the dealer treat me like treating a typical chinese idiot, hate the television dosen’t have a porno channel, hate the music on the coach doesn’t rock, hate the policeman doesn’t speak any english, hate the customer doesn’t understand my type of humor, hate the internet so slow, hate the plug-in sets are different, hate the spare time i got always not enough to do anything i like to,

I mean, fuck this job, this type of life sucks,..

I mean, Fuck,,, i’m so tired, physically and psychologically,  i miss my buddies in china, i wanna eat big meat, drink big bottle of alcohol, get big DTM, and strike on big new birds.

But now, i gonna go and find some underwear AD posts and masturbate,  that would make me sleep better.

Gotta go!~~~

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4 Responses to “On a bloody business trip again.”

  1. Evan Says:

    Hahaha, fuck. I thought you’d be having a better time than that. You should upload some pictures, buddy.

  2. 500 Says:

    yeah, i’ll try fetch some, but seriously this job is really gay…

  3. 500 Says:

    I met a muslem girl at the convenient store after work, she was the only one who could speak english, helped me out buying a local sim card and recharge, i talked with her about my buddy evan wants to get alcoran books, i’m not so sure girls on this land like foreigner or what, she was continously asking about my nationality, i refuse to tell made her got bigger curiousty. she insisted to exchange phone number with me, she said that wasn’t fair she got to know my number when she charge sim card for me, and leave me her number and a can of sprite, left one word before she quickly walking out of the alfamart store. “call me tomorrow, we can meet each other, i can also take you to the great mosque on friday.”

    problem is, shall i really fucking call her or what?

    what type of bad thing would happen if i fuck around in this muslem land?

    can’t be too bad, isn’t it?

  4. 500 Says:

    http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v300/236/68/1103395755/n1103395755_88706_563.jpg

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