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Baby, don't say goodbye.

about me.
Like it , good. Dont like it , fuck off.
Nur Azura Binte Muhammad Sani
Private School , currenly.
18 in year 2010
Naturally.
Get to know me a lil better , before judging me ty. And you wont always be there for me , but you can always read the words. Not bullshitting , not craping , but saying , confessing (:
say it.


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Sunday, May 9, 2010 { 9:51 AM }

I walked passed Fig And Olive the other day ,
I miss everything about it.
Being punctual during the Morning shift,
bought a mutton soup before work starts,
Doing those tables and chairs early mornings,
felt like a boss behind those cashier eating ice creams and shaking legs ,
Being a bar tender ,
Being a waitress , with a note pad and a pen on my hand.
Taking orders as polite as i can be (:
Choosing songs from mp3 to play out loud in the restaurant ,
To choose a meal in the Menu and Having free meals after work ,
free meals cooked by chef during break time ,
Having other co - workers to laugh and joke with ,
to run to the toilet to escape from entertaining crowds.
Standing still in a spot like an idiot waiting for customers,
going back and forth woodlands and vivo.
Sleeping in the bus due to long journey ,
stacking up the tables and chairs when its closed,
fucking customers which entered fig and olive when we're clossing ,
basically , i miss working in an Fnb Line (:

especially , getting tips like $20 all to myself from a customer (: