You can run away from home. You can run away from decisions. You can run away from anything. But there is one thing which you can't run away from. Death.

Accidents can happen at anytime and anywhere. It just depends on how God wants us to die. Maybe if we were not lucky enough, we might just get rolled over by a lorry while crossing a road. On the other hand, maybe if we were lucky enough, we would pass on in our sleep at an old age. Some believe it was our past karma which determines what we get back in the present. Buddhist believe that, but Christians don't.

Death is something which not many people wish to discuss of. Because, it's a story which brings an end to a persons life. As well as the person life story.

But, because death can't be predicted. What would you do, if you were given the chance to know when you were gonna die? Would you want to know? Or would you let nature take its course?
What if you knew you were gonna die the next day, what would you do? Here are some of the answers from the people.

Monday to Thursday  =  Heaven


Friday to Sunday  =  Hell    (praying that customers will all go to KFC)



I find that, working in an air-cond restaurant can be really freezing cold. But we're not allowed to wear jackets. So, how to solve this problem? Easy.

Take a cloth. Take a spray bottle. Go out from the restaurant. And pretend to wipe the windows.

Working as a part time waitress in Pizza Hut. It was kinda rough during the first 2 days, but then I learn a lot of new things from my helpful shift manager and colleagues.



Colleagues
All nice helpful Malays except a Form6 fat Chinese lady. She treats me like I'm a noob who couldn't pour a soup. I bet she couldn't last 20minutes on a treadmill.


Working Hours
Working from 8am to 6pm. For emergency calls, normally will be 8am-10pm. Tiring, but I like it.


Language
Speak broken BM with a mixture of English with the staff.


Food/Drinks
For us, staff, it's all free.


Customers
I like taking orders from nice customers who are nice. Some customers are so f*cked up, they even yell at me. And I sweared, I wanted to spit my saliva into their drinks and serve them.


*Extra
A mixed Chinese Malay worker wanted to ask me out. Not just one time but countless time. I keep rejecting him. He seriously got issues.

When I was 7 years old, the first Disney movie to made me cry, was Tarzan.

I NEED A JOB.
coz I need $$$


I NEED TO GO OUT.
coz I'm sick of being at home, but no one chio me go out ):


I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO DRIVE.
coz I wanna drive my dad's BMW and bang it into the wall.


I NEED TO DO RESEARCHES ON COLLEGES.
coz UTAR suckz.


I NEED A TREADMILL.
coz I can't even last 10mins on the treadmill.