I believe i have gone crazy.







CAUTION: Wordy post ahead. *No pictures*











Two jobs a day. Seven days a week. Great Life-.-

Working daily. 930 to 10. That's from seeing the sun to facing the moon.









Think back, does it really worth it?

Money sense. Nope. *Both pay are quite low:(
Experience sense. Yes.

Learnt different things in different jobs.




First job- Makes me think twice before buying perfume(Though i don't buy perfume) *Triplets! Agree right?*
This job allows me to work with my triplets again! though i still miss the very first job we worked together.

Second job- Infant clothes and toys. Learnt how to deal with all kind of people, however, i'm left with half a life by the third day of work.








Anyway, my body have been protesting and making tons of complains to me.

Till yesterday, i finally was forced to admit its presence. It was seriously the first time i felt so weird and terrible. Even if i don't move, everything is kind of moving by itself in a slow motion, making me feel like vomitting. Hence i skipped work yesterday and made today my last day of work for this holidays.^^




Finally, THAT life has ended. A normal life awaits me(: