Fuck you if you ever for one second thinks that customers are the kings.

I realized I probably need to just let it all out before I could rest my mind. Ever since we had this shop going, this occupation that I had, I've been losing slp. I spent so many nights trying to figure out whats going through the minds of all these absurd and ridiculous individuals. We get money thrown at our faces, customers hurling vulgarities at us when we simply jus ask them to queue politely. What have the world became? Singapore? A city full of crappy, arrogant, self-centred idiots. Uncivilized bunch of fools. I don't understand their logic. Simply cause you are the purchaser, does that place us in the position of pathetic beggars? I get people telling me, 'oh, i'm gonna publicize on the net, the newspaper. I'm gonna complain to the relevant governmental institution for your bad service.' Come on... In this modern era, no one fears bad publicity. Not everybody, at least not for us. I'm not from a major enterprise. I don't owe people a living. And I jolly well don't think I need to endure the humiliation that I've been going through 365 days every year just to have everything that I own now. They say to always look at things in your stride, it will be easier to overcome the rough days. But you have no idea how rough the tides get when the storm hits. I'd be dealing with a couple of idiots through a long day of work, plus a couple of burns and scratches. Then the heat, and the never-ending tries to live up to someone's sky high expectations and to be always tipping on my toes watching everybody's moves in the case of operation hiccups. Its a scary cycle. It goes on 24/7. They never knew what its like to be in my shoes. I hated my life. Hated my work. Hated the pressure, the comparisons, the whatever I do is bullshit. Most adored my life. They envy all that I had. Yeah, sometimes. It gets overwhelming. To be able to buy anything, and everything. Its a joy to be able to travel every single month. But it also comes with a hefty price to pay at the end of the day. Yes I am complaining. Never been this frustrated. These idiots that I see everyday, fuck you seriously. If its all that bad, I'm pleading you to never come ever. The best damn thing is despite all the complains, nasty comments, fuck up behavior, they ALWAYS come back at the end of the day, these fuck faces.

I spent a very long time trying to heal myself. Convinced I was on the road to recovery, I set foot to see the world. To see how others were desperately trying to live. How we were all fighting for the same reasons. I needed a reason. A reason to live on. A reason to press on..