i just realized that being a mature (bwahaha) twenty-year-old that i am, and having a part-time job which pays me fairly well, i have to stop these incessant complains about being broke.
this is serious stuff.
broke to me means, as from today onwards i only have 88 bucks left in my bank account which is gonna last me till the end of this month.
which means on the average i have $5.50 to spend a day. *chokes
HOW TO SURVIVE LIKE THAT??!?
just what the hell have i been spending all my allowances and pay on?
i SWEAR im totally not spendthrift man. but i guess when it comes to food im slightly more extravagant. but i do have these once in a blue moon splurges on clothes/accessories.
high time i figure out and manage my finances well before i have to resort to living on bread and water. but hey, eating less can be a good way to lose some weight too.
but nah...i love my food.

i think last night was the last of the recent fireworks frenzy.
working on a night with the fireworks display is when all hell breaks loose.
there's no time even to stop to take a breather.
every minute there'd be customers calling, ordering, asking for tobasco sauce/salt/pepper/extra this extra that, blah blah blah.
having worked a few nights with the fireworks display, im not so thrilled about it anymore man. became more of a novelty to me now.
i hope the next time i see it, i'd be in awe of its magnificent colours and sparkle bursting into the dark night skies, just like that night on chinese new year's eve :)