Ask something for nothing, and get nothing for something.
Im officially the most unupdated person. (besides biao and winnie(although cant blame biao due to server problems and all and he is indeed on holiday) (neither can i blame winnie as she has internet problems or whatsoever) ). <--two bracketed sentences within a bracketed sentence
Yup im still alive and kicking plenty of untidy-room butt. And yup that (was) the condition of my house. A huge landfill. And for some stupid reason this year my reunion dinner has to be at my house and hence the spring cleaning. Not that we dun spring clean once per year during new year, we just have to make the place extra nicer. Like the icing on top of the cake. Or the cherry on top of the ice cream. Or the flies around the poop.
Finding temp jobs is frustrating. I feel applying for 5 agents is much convenient. i do not have 5 agents, by the way. And when you go for an interview, you do not want to hear "keep in view" or "call you again". They're really saying "get lost fool and go wait by your phone till the mushrooms set in your ear."
Doing some temp check-atm-card-using-machines thingy next week for only one week. And i consider myself lucky already. Its a pathetic-low-paying 5-to-1am with-inadequate-transport-allowance 1-week-job. And im happy! Who cares bout money, i dun work for that. And im givin half of my watever salary to the dad alr, probably even all. And dont call me filial or watever cos im so not one after my 18 years of being spendthrift and pampered (not spoiled there's a difference).
I miss you all man. (This statement goes out to those i would miss only, not those i would be happy killed off) Whoeverso misses me back tag, erm, spinach. Whoeverso stopped reading this post after one paragraph, tag cauliflower. Whoeverso misses me but is shy to admit, tag cucumber. Whoeverso wants to sue me for copyrighting this tag-a-digusting-veggie method, tag bittergourd.
What i have been doing. man.
I shall answer bong's question in a few sentences. This is so like a primary school essay.
I remember during primary school when we have to write essays which are 100 words long (or short?) and questions are like "What i did during my 8th birthday" or "The time i went to the zoo" and we have to really really rack our brains just to figure out a good intro and after half an hour we can only spit out like three lines worth of intro. And the three lines of intro are not three-fullscap-paper lines, but three-tiny-jotter-book-lines.
Whoops. I digress.
Looking through newspapers.
Going to the agency after (forcefull) urging from the dad.
Watching television (like always).
Using the computer (like always).
Sleeping in the afternoons (like.. always).
Shopping without spending
a lot.
Going to church.
Inhaling.
Exhaling.
Staying alive.
Running household errands. eg. raising my leg so my mum can sweep under it while i sit on the couch etc.
Okok fine. Im going for an interview for a sales promoter for loreal fragrances. I didnt even know loreal produces fragrances.
These Are The Days by Jamie Cullum.
These are the days that i've been missing;
give me the taste,
give me the joy of summer wine.
These are the days that bring new meaning;
i feel the stillness of the sun
and i feel fine.
Sometimes when the nights are closing early
i remember you and i start to smile.
even though now you don't want to know me
i get on by...
and i go the extra mile.
These are the times of love and meaning;
ice of the heart melted away
and found the light.
These are the days of endless dreaming;
troubles of life are floating away like a butterfly.
these are the days.
these are the days.
these are the days.
i thought you said our love would last forever.
believin' that the tears would end for good.
i told them that we'd get through any weather.
maybe that didn't work out
but we did the best we could.
These are the days that i've been missing;
give me the taste,
give me the joy of summer wine.
These are the days that bring new meaning;
i feel the stillness of the sun
and i feel fine.
helo, world without feelings.
By saying i miss being a student, i will be repeating words that almost everyone would say and have said, and that would make saying it rather redundant, but alas, i have to say.. i miss being a student.
Its like the second prison, if you know what i mean. Its scary to have a status which is not student nor employed. So to rectify this problem, one must find a job. And getting one which allows a period of 2 months min is hard. Thinking of signing up for agency. wadever.
Im quite evil. Actually who isnt. I'm the saint of the common evils.
Two Thousands, and Five years after Christ.
Happy New Year!
