A Dairy Experience

I can't help myself but to blog about my working experience. 

Which I must say was REALLY FUN! though it was tiring/crazy/hectic/noisy/filled with ice-cream. It was worth working at Baskins on the 31st. To surround yourself in such a busy situation where:

a) your trying your best to please all the customers that walk through that door

b)scooping all that hard,frozen ice-cream into those tubs

c)trying not to make a mess of yourself, which fails in the end cause your just gonna get ice cream all over your hair and clothes

But the thought just never occured to me of how crazy/excited/pushy/mean/bitchy/patient/rude people can get just to get their hands on ice-cream!

Yes people! That frozen dessert made from milk and cream can make people change their attitudes, or maybe they are just like that.

Nonetheless, i had the urge to throw ice-cream and scream at the impatient ones, the ones that get mad bacause you don't tend to them first, the ones that

look at you with scary-evil monster eyes making sure you didn't cheat them of their ice-cream. THAT'S RIGHT! ICE-CREAM!

It just shows how scary people can get when they want something...like ice-cream huh? Makes you think 

doesn't it. BUT..besides all that there was

also the understanding ones, THE NICE ONES. The ones that would wait in line for their ice-cream patiently and were not greedy

at all, the ones that did not give you you the stare. How i wish everyone in the world was like that... which is impossible. It would be too much to ask for especially in Malaysia. It's bad that i badmouth about people in my country, but seriously we have a 

serious case of PATIENCE RETARDATION here in Malaysia

By the end of my shift, i stank of ice-cream and chocolate ice-cream covered my t-shirt and hair and from that day on i swear i never looked at chocolate ice-cream the way i used to haha

working there came with a price which everyone knew they had to bear which was:

1) our hands getting bruised because of the non stop scooping

2)our backs aching as though its gonna break

all and all....

It was TONS of fun in the end, if you see right past the ice-cream,the pain and the demanding customers,

and hye! its not like everyday you get to work in an ice-cream shop.

Peace Out,

Hazel :P

Try Keeping Up

I've decided from this moment ..( like 2 seconds ago) that i will try my best to be more active on my blogger. I mean what is the point of me blogging if nothing interesting ever happens to me everyday. I feel everyday is just a repetiton of the day before but with different moods and feelings. get it? For example, and yes i am being a bitch now. How dull could it be to read about someones daily life, them explaining what time they woke up, when they took a shower and why did they fight with their understanding *snicker* boyfriend/girlfriend. well i don't, and i don't give two fucks about it.Mind my swearing. Since I've got so much time nowadays to write my blog, it will be updated everyday or two.

Much Love,

Hazel <3

Final Farewell

I have been counting down the days and it seems that my exam results *curses* i hate you SPM. Is out in another month, so I'm going to enjoy this one month of freedom/being alive/no responsibilities heaped upon you/stress free time while I still can. I have the feeling my mum is sharpening her kitchen knives and taking out her running shoes so she can chase me around in her Nikes and a kitchen knife. This event will most probrably take place 2 hours after results come out. So do keep your eyes open as you might see some teenage girl running frantically arond Subang

peace out <3