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a day in the life of amri....(All times shown are local)
6.30am: wakes up and hits the subzero temperature of the shower
7.00am: warms up the engine of his '97 wira sedan while listening to richard and shazmin babbling
7.15am: cruises along the federal highway...giving sympathy to the incoming traffic from shah alam as it crawls as he speeds along at 80km/h...best
7.30am: swipes in at the factory feeling a bit drowsy
7.40am: has breakfast at the canteen with the factory outcast...himself included
8.00am:while everyone goes to the morning briefing, he goes around flirting with some cute operators...nahhhh...buat keje laaaa...
9.15am: daily 'kena-marah-dengan-boss' session
10.00am: has a full breakfast with so-called co-workers a.k.a minggling session a.k.a I HATE IT
1.00pm: has lunch...also termenung session
2.00pm: back to slavery
5.00pm: legally the time to leave the office...but this is no office...he harbours on...
8.00-10.00pm: legally the time he is ALLOWED to leave...usually the latter
9.15pm: has a pathetic dinner alone, tired and smelly
9.45pm: finally reaches home...goes directly to take another cold shower
10.30pm: does not watch TV, does not call anybody, does not surf internet....GO TO SLEEP
11.00pm-6.30am: heaven
weekends are a gift from God....trust me
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6.30am: wakes up and hits the subzero temperature of the shower
7.00am: warms up the engine of his '97 wira sedan while listening to richard and shazmin babbling
7.15am: cruises along the federal highway...giving sympathy to the incoming traffic from shah alam as it crawls as he speeds along at 80km/h...best
7.30am: swipes in at the factory feeling a bit drowsy
7.40am: has breakfast at the canteen with the factory outcast...himself included
8.00am:while everyone goes to the morning briefing, he goes around flirting with some cute operators...nahhhh...buat keje laaaa...
9.15am: daily 'kena-marah-dengan-boss' session
10.00am: has a full breakfast with so-called co-workers a.k.a minggling session a.k.a I HATE IT
1.00pm: has lunch...also termenung session
2.00pm: back to slavery
5.00pm: legally the time to leave the office...but this is no office...he harbours on...
8.00-10.00pm: legally the time he is ALLOWED to leave...usually the latter
9.15pm: has a pathetic dinner alone, tired and smelly
9.45pm: finally reaches home...goes directly to take another cold shower
10.30pm: does not watch TV, does not call anybody, does not surf internet....GO TO SLEEP
11.00pm-6.30am: heaven
weekends are a gift from God....trust me