Commisioned by self-responsibility.

Written in the moring on a cloudy Sunday, with a pain in the side of my right-hand ring finger nail.

Yet it's still hitting the keyboard.

As usual, let me start this tag called Day & Night Report just to record the painfully dry stuff that I'm doing every single day, I'v tried this before though it's never been on the right track. For many many times that I'v been dumping blogs, yet someday those trash might still float on beyond wireless or plug-in digital river, hope it's not polluting anything in the near future.

Actually under the consideration of self-responsibility, I should clean them myself, however it won't be that tidy even it's done properly, so forget it, I told myself and sneaked out the room for a bottle of juice.

I had my longest shift ever last night, like hell. The shop was clean and need to be feeded with some choc and bottles of drinks, especially red bulls, they are dismal. Anyway, it's considerably quiet regarding the amount of customers, that's why I got a drunk dude came to me thinking his scorn to my easygoing over-night shift, for sure I fought back to tell him that I'm the hardest working staff (comments in our store diary can prove that, though I used to be a naughty boy tutoring my T-bone committed work mate some Chinese swearwords.) However, that guy didn't bring me down, actually he politely expressed his understanding of my hard work by saying "take it easy mate" yet that might not be the real solid truth from heart.

Don't you fool me again? Gimme a break.

Alright, let's get back to something real precious to be memorized, which is Walter's Stories, so go and check it out, he told me a lot about his childhood, and left me his number warning me to drop by his house on either Tue and Wed just to swap mine painful childhood, which I'd really love to make it on Wed, the night after the gorgeous Cursive by Cloud Gate Dance Theatre of Taiwan. We'll see how would that go.

And just before that, I racked my brains in scheming to scare Walter by sticking my face on the window and making a face in his shift. However I failed coz he was apparently having fun chatting with a group of young people, guys and girls. Later I confirmed with him about this scene and found out that he has absolutely no idea about it, which means he didn't even see me having this brilliant try, maybe it was a poor plan back to its beginning, (I actually learned it from Lee at Largs Bay whom plays it every Wed's night and I'm kinda used to it and have to pretend to be caught by that deal so that both of us are entertained :P)

So what else can I do, for sure I just went back and planning another try, but this time he caught me first, I failed again. Eventually I decided to give up and have to more precisely,

"Guess what, u'v just missed my girl-friend, her best friend and her sister, they are here to check you out coz I'v been talking about you these days."

"Oh, no I was out there trying to make a ghost face to say hello."

"You shouldn't have done that, good try though."

And actually he's been telling me something about his girlfriend as well, she's an artist, I insist whom Walter met during his job at Coles supermarket in town. <why hasn't it happened in my life yet? :(>

We had a talk like about 1-2 hrs, which can be found in Walter's Stories, still.

Then he went home, actually he should have been out of the store ages ago.

My lonely quiet night started here, with as normal, drunk dudes more than beautiful chicks. (Unlike Jess's definition of 'girls' which always come out with middle-aged female punk, maybe that's a difference between our taste.)

I didn't do much since the sun comes up to function coz newspaper readers are usually coming to give me a 5 dollar note for papers. I'm enjoying a short period of peace.

Andrew came after me, which usually Bell do, coz Bell is in her holiday so I wouldn't be able to see her in four weeks, that's sad. Good news is Bell and Paul both have applied for the 2nd-in-charge at Rose Park, which I wished Bell can win. Anyway we'll see, coz Walter had the guess of the winner being Paul coz statistically he is the one more competitive. However the Canberra-based holiday-casualing store manager Andrew has a strong favour for Bell, he supported himself by pointing out the fact that "Paul talks, people down".

Another thing surprised me yesterday was that finally I found out that Karim is half Japan, half Poland, yet his name derived from his mum's distinctive experience while working in Jordan.

Let's call it a day, I'v got to learn more about "how to end an article" and there we go.