No money, no honey. Even the fat honey, wants money.
ahah, so true aint it? have been working my ass off these few days. super tiring shit. but, its worth it. no pain, no gain. all for the money baby, now, i aint no money face, but let's face the facts, money makes the world go round. was posted to Pan Pacific hotel today, at marina. fuckers at banquet said my hair was unacceptable, so my agent transfered me to Global Kitchen, a restaurant upstairs. cyril and richard did banquet. they worked their ass off. while me, relaxing in the kitchen, cleaning cutlery. what more can i ask for? ahah, just came home after a long and tiring bike ride. free bikes baby, cycled home via gambas. fucking tired. backside, open flower. lol
3 more days to the 28th.. sigh, i still miss you like fuck. and yeah, i do love you like fuck as well. i really hope and pray that everything will be alright on the 28th. but to whom does a faithless person who has been failed by hope turn to?
