I'm a happy girl today

because,

I got my hair cut!


I always thought of my hair as black, but somehow this photo makes it look brown. I had never dyed my hair. When I was younger, people would say , hey nice colour. Now, even the stupid hair dresser thinks its a badly dyed job.

To eliminate photogragh tricks, I took a pic of Alboy's hair and it turned out black all right.

Then, I saw a rainbow.


It was a really really really big rainbow. At the Macpherson Junction. Its been so long since I last since a rainbow and so big too. I only caught part of it in this photo since the car was moving.

Then, I finally used my metro vochurs and bought a bag!



i bought this but in orange. I was a little peeved after I did a google on it. They splashed the word italy all over but its actually a china owned copmany with a really crappy website. But thankfully, the bag's not too bad. But to pay for it without vochurs is too overpriced.

Then, I spent my $10 Marks and Spencer vochurs!
I bought mushroom soup, onion soup and minestrone soup. Yum Yum, I just hope they are not too salty as most canned food are.

So happy today.

Work

Today I will blog directly in Blogger instead of in some software where I can do spell check. So, there would be loads of spelling errors here. My spelling is atricious and I have been overly reliant on spell check and terrible handwriting all these years.

Its been slightly crazy at work these days. I am not overwhelmed by the sheer volume. I never do and I will never allow myself to be. I believe I work fast, unlike my xxx colleagues who are so darn inefficient. Have to use xxx, else will come under Sedition Act. One of my colleague left and she left me wiping her ass. I had already expected it. Thankfully she was also very inefficient so after frantically sorting out her sorry mess for a day, everything was more or less in order.

I am in charge of clearing her emails now. She gets only one or two work related emails a day. The rest are advertisments for spas, shopping, discounts, promotions, birthday reminders, all of which she signed up to, not spam.

I wonder what she does in her normal workdays. Chao Keng.

I am also glad that we have hit quota with two more weeks left to go. This means that I also can chao keng for 2 weeks before the cycle starts again. Thats me, coporate rat. Sometimes chao keng does you good.

I'm also glad its Friday tomorrow. Although the week seems to have whizzed by, Friday 5pm is still a lovely feeling.

There was a time..

I realised my writing these days has became too business-like. Its straight to the point. Hardly any adjectives.

I used to write more frivolously just a few years ago. Then, I could take the time to describe the surroundings, the feelings in whatever I wrote. I made references to other objects more.

Now, I write " I was on the bus when I saw this young couple"
A few years ago, I would have written "It was a sweltering day and I was squashed on the bus. A body wet from perspiration brushed against me, I turned around and saw this young couple"

Something like that.

I think I lost it.

Was reading an essay by a Secondary school kid and it jolted me.
I guess life hardened us.

Grrrrr

KNNCBB!

I think my DVD player is spoilt. I only watched a few shows on it.
- Aviator. Totally dumb show. Leo Dicarprio totally pisses me off. I cannot imagine I actually like Titanic then
- Spanglish. Soso, very average
- Disc 1 of Hotel Rwanda. Before it went caput on me, it went loading loading loading before it displayed 'bad', as if to mock me.

Its only a week and a half, its terrible.

Hotel Rwanda is probably the best show so far. The accent reminds me of one of my University Prof.

If you do not know what the show is about, let me summarise it for you,
In short, its a show about ethic cleansing and a man's effort to maintain humanity.

Long ago, the Belgians ruled Rwanda. They divided the people into the Hutu and Tutsis. The Hutu and the Tutsis were divided based on ridiculous criteria like width of nose and other physical features. The Tutsis were in power. However, when the Belgians left, they left power to the Hutu instead. All hell broke lose. The long oppressed Hutu wanted revenge on the Tutsis and went on to do a ethic cleansing. The UN and other international peace forces pulled out from Rwanda, leaving it to fend for itself.

The lead character, Paul, is a hotel manager. He is Hutu but his wife and his neighbours are Tutsis. During this period of mess, he turned Hotel Rwanda into a refugee place, keeping the Tutsis safe. Then....Disc 2. DVD player spoil.

So anti-climax.

Its all about shit

If you don't already know, I have a fascination with shit.

I just went to shit, and it was all soft and moist so I'm inspired to blog.

My secret fantasy is to take a picture of splattered shit and show it around.

I love the shit that splatters all over the toilet bowl, the kind that comes out quick and fast when you have diahorrea. (I hate this word, can't spell it, no spell check here)

My best shit so far was in a restaurant in Manila, too bad I didn't have my camera then. My stomach was in shambles as I rushed to the toilet. It was those single unisex cubicle. The ladies was in use. I stood outside for 5s, before dashing into the male one. It was one cubicle, would not have made a difference.

Man, I shat so badly in there. The shit all over the place. It was so gross. For someone like me who likes to see my shit, I found it gross too. I shat so badly, I felt guilty about dirtying the toilet bowl, I actually used some tissue to try cover my mess. That was so bad, I went on to shit like 5 more times that night. In short, I shat all over Manila.

Then, I have my discussions with Emily on floating and sinking shit. I bet you do not realised that sometimes your shit floats and sometimes it sinks. Its fascinates me.

Some people have to shit every morning, I don't. I shit when I feel like it. In fact, I think I shit more at work than at home.

And there are times I refuse to shit in Mersing and empty my bowels immediately when I reach home, or at NUS when the bus drops us off.

Hahaha.

Yesterday, my colleague called someone who was jobless a loser.

This loser is another colleague's bf. He graduated in the same year as me and joined the rat race along with the rest of us.

He has found his job not to be motivating and very uninspiring. Therefore, the resignation.
I secretly envy him for being so brave and reckless. In these days, can you really afford to quit without securing another job?

His logic was that quitting will allow him to concentrate full time on his new job search.
I know I will never be able to toss my hair in the air and quit just like this.

If I had a choice, would I want to work? I sit on the fence on this.

I hate having to kickstart my body so early in the morning. I am so not a morning person, it doesn't matter if I slept 20 hours the night before, waking up before noon is still a feat to me. I hate being a coporate rat, I hate that whatever I do at work benefits a company whose chairman I do not see. I hate that only a tiny fraction of the money I earn for the company goes to my pay. I hate the routine.

I do enjoy getting my pay, the slight freedom it gives me. I do enjoy that I do not have to lie aimlessly on bed. I do enjoy the Friday 5pm moments.

Let see, it seems like my do enjoy list is way shorter. But hey,the grass is always greener on the other side.

But I conclude, money drives me. Do you dare say money does not drive you. Whatever crap you give abt money being a factor and what not is crap. Think about it, it all comes back to one root.

I think if I had a million dollars parked somewhere, work will be more fun.
***
Back to more friulous issues, I been staring at my nails and been wondering if I want to get a pedicure.

Pedicures in my opinion are a total waste of money. However, I enjoy them tremousdouly. You have pretty toes after that.

Who in the world looks at toes? Only girls.
***
I hate reading the newspapers when they write about how ITE graduates become very sucessful, and how more and more poly students go to university.

I think its crap. Hellllo, we all know that Its The End no matter how nicely you spruce up your campus and how poly students cannot make it, even those that evenutally do go on to university. A handful of them are fine, but most of them just lack it up there.

Why can't the govt and newspapers tell the truth. So, after ten years after your ITE days, your mean salary will be 2400. I remembered reading somewhere that the national average salary is 2400. So, they take ten years to be average, and you consider it good? You were the ones who whipped us so hard in our school days, telling us we had to get the best education, you made us work so hard and now you say poly and ITE is good? Hellloo.. wake up your idea.

What I do love is when the govt condemn the malays by publishing those embrassing stats. Finally. Helllo....still dun want to wake up your idea?

10 things

10 things that make me happy, or at least give me moments of happiness

1. Swimming. It always makes me feel better.
2. A good chocolate icecream especially when I am craving for it.
3. Good grooming services, if only they didn't have to add up to be so costly.
4. Meeting up with friends who make me laugh. Its becoming increasingly harder to arrange for all to meet up.
5. Nice things.
6. Alboy
7. Watching the stars rise and shine
8. Friday at 5pm. Its a wonderful feeling when you know the weekend is finally here.
9. Not having to stick to a schedule.
10. A good book

Ten things that makes me depressed

1. Having no direction.
2. Looking at my happy list above and realising that argk. I know not how to word it.
3. Finishing reading a good book, I always feel aimless after that.
4. Picking up the phone to call someone, but putting it down again because I do not know know who to call.
5. Having to eat white porridge when you are sick.
6. Wondering why the weekday past so slow/weekend so fast
7. No appetite
8. Falling sick
9. Being depressed. Its a bloody vicious cycle
10. Sunset.

Its a strange thing really.

Today I struggled to get out of bed. I had to battle myself to go to work instead of take an mc. I was reminding myself of all the things I could have done if I didn't have to go to work. I yanked myself out of bed in the end. If I succumbed myself to staying in bed, that would be it for me.

So, I washed up and got it work.

Then, it rained the whole day, making it just the right weather to snuggle in bed.

Then, my throat started to get sore. I had to refill my 500ml Nalgene 7 times, walked to the toilet every 20 mins but yet my throat became more and more painful. I then started to feel slightest feverish too.

Looks like I would had a better time if I stayed in bed.

Damn it, am taking MC tomorrow.

Am having a headache now.

Am having a headache now.

Its the kind of headache where you feel starved of oxygen, you head throbs away and you have to press your head in a certain direction against the pillow when you sleep.

I had a dream/nightmare over the previous issue. My heavy heart tells me that my chances are gone, but yet I can't help holding on to this tiny tiny piece of hope. Afterall, it will only be one week tomorrow. Pls.

I believe this is all an attest to what goes around comes ago. I had the chance to drill/tekan/embarrass so many people. I treated them lightly, and found them pesky. Then, I already knew one day the tables will turn and I will be in their position. I guess what I did, regardless of job function, took away a lot of my karma points.

To happier stuff, I have a new Toshiba DVD player. I got it free. Alboy bought a humongous TV and he was bargaining hard with the salesguy. The price was slashed but it wasn't as attractive as Alboy wanted. Neither wanted to bulge, so I whisper to Alboy to ask him to throw in a DVD player instead. So they did, after some haggering, and now I have the DVD player. Fantastic. Except that it is playing on my 14 inch mono input TV which was won in a lucky draw years ago. I believed I was like in lower secondary then. So, you know how when you play vcd/dvd, they always make a landscape out of the image with those two slabs of black above and below, this makes the actual image on my tv even smaller. Its like only 10cm tall.

Anyway watching TV does not interest me, I hooked it up to make sure it was working, slotted a dvd in, then switched it off and went to read a book instead. I surprise even myself sometimes.

Need to sleep and clear my mind. And rid the heavy heart too.
Nights

Pls, phone ring, pls

I have been on tenterhooks for the past two days. I imagine that my handphone is ringing. I keep looking at it to make sure I do not miss any calls. I leave my desk at work only to scurry back to be by my phone. I revert my handphone back to ringing mode when I go out for lunch. I check my phone immediately after my swim.

I think I did alright. The first session was confusing. It felt really weird after that. The second session lasted only ten minutes. I struggled a little with the accent. Could it be that he was put off by the initial confusion. I hope not. I am going slightly demented.

Pls, phone ring, pls.

Free Advertising? Pui!

Fuckanathan

Since when did my blog become and advertising tool, come check out my wedding photos..duh.
Anyhow, its Sg here, who takes wedding photos in UK.
I thought it was porn at first but I clicked on it nevertheless. So, I saw some wedding pics on the first page but did not explore further. Kok.

I did a goggle, and anon was previously Jaybee, and he has an empty blog 'noluck53'. Tough luck.
He goes around leaving the same msg on blogs, even on blogs that are not English. Kokanathan.
I am going to leave it there till Friday so that you know where my angst is coming from before I delete his comment. Free advertising? I'm pissed.

Its a small world

The world is increasingly getting smaller

All my friends are scattered across the globe.

They started scattering to the West when they won scholarships or were rich enough to pay for an overseas education. But, it was mainly the US, UK and they came back eventually. I lost touch with most of these people anyway. I was never too close to them.

Now, the friends I made in University have found jobs and are all over the world for work. Some for days, some for weeks,months and even years.

ZZ is in Japan teaching English. He is under the employment of the Japan Government. Ultimate coolness.
Vinny is in Taipei. About Vinny, I have tons to say later. *adjourned*
ZY is in Suzhou.
CY is in some obscure part of China.
Windz is in KL.
WG is in Norway/Finland. Ya, guess where he works.
and oh ya
GJ in some jungle out there.

We are all scattered over Asia Pacific. Which leads me to think the way business and organization grow these days.

*sings its a small world after all, its a small small world*

K, vinny.

He has been icqing me everynight in Taipei. He doesn't even talk to me this much when he is in Sg. Its like he updates/reports to me.
He is a 'woe betide me' guy.
Everynight, he has something to complain. First, he couldn't open his luggage lock and spoiled it, the next night he missed the company bus, the night after he lost NLB's copy of Lonely Planet, after that he thought he lost his hp and not to mention having to iron clothes.
Who irons clothes overseas??? Esp when the company is paying.

Attitude attitude. Some people always appear happy, I am sure they get bad hair days too. Some people like vinny think they are the most unfortunate beings around and everything is always going wrong for them.
I am a little sick of him complaining to me and I feel like scolding him over ICQ. But, I know its can get lonely in a big hotel room and so I am being nice. I been so nice so far. Maybe I will go slap him when he comes back.

What has a girl got to do these days?

I so know Cleo is not the magazine I should read when there was a technology section and one of the question was

" What's the difference between digital zoom and optical zoom?"

Kok. *slaps myself on forehead*

Doesn't the whole world already know this?

Don't ask me why I was reading Cleo in the first place. I actually bought the magazine. This is the second issue I bought. The first was out of sheer curiosity, this issue - I had sneaked it into Alboy's purchases when he was paying for petrol. I figured that since I wasn't paying for it, why not? Cheapo eh.

Anyway, I still cannot figure. They recommend clothes and accessories that are so so so expensive and yet explain the difference between digital and optical zoom. I mean, if those girls can afford the clothes and all, they would be of some intelligence at least. Most of us work darn hard for our money k.

On a separate note, I saw a pretty dress at woman's secret the other day.I would have bought it if not cos I think it was a little too expensive and mainly cos the material was so thin, you could see my multicolored underwear from beneath.

I have no idea why things these days are so expensive. Everything nice is like at least 60/70 bucks.

I still cannot decide if I have enough clothes or too little clothes. My take on it is that I do not have enough clothes. Most guys will think otherwise. But hey, I feel that I really don't. A girl has simply too many occasions to go to, to dress up for, and to look stunningly good. Be it casually stunning good, or formally dressed stunning good, wedding dinner stunningly good..u get the drift. Its just too hard. It gets tiring really.

ML came up with a wishlist for her bday, and I am inspired to do one too. Afterall, my bday is all but 4 months away. You can start to save up now.

In no particular preference.
- a external harddisk, the more G the better.
- a new digital camera, equivalent to my sony T1. I like the T1 but it simply doesn't work well without flash
- a facial package
- a manicure, pedicure package sounds good too
- nice bling blings
- an eyeliner (for some strange reason I myself cannot fathom why it is in this list)
- a new PC
- nice shoes (yes, I am still thinking about whether I really need that lovely pair of shoes from 9west)
- nice handbag for every occasion ( I hate handbags for the reason I don't own a nice one, and that its just too hard to find the right fit)
- a nice dress for the many weddings I have to attend
- many tubs of different flavored Ben and Jerry's (comfort food)
- a car would be nice too
- more clothes.
- shopping vouchers

hahahha, and loads more.

Its Mid week!

So, the president election is on Aug 27th eh. Like I care. Ka-pui. I hope there will be an election though.

...

Waiting for NDP long weekend.

Off I go.

So, no news of president elections, am I am off to Kota Tinggi. Crap.

I went to 4 different places today to buy insect repellent but I landed up with none. I wanted the yellow bottle but no where seemed to carry it, when i got desperate and was willing to buy any brand, I couldn't find anyone who sells insect repellent at midnight. What good is Cheers and 7-11 if they don't sell insect repellent?

I am now master at packing. I pack really fast and really little. In fact, packing is like so normal to me.

K, need to go try to shit. I hate shitting in Msia.

I had the scariest dream.

I dreamt that my boss found my blog. He did a search for the word 'resume' and my blog turned up because I typed the word resume so many times on it.

I was walking around in the office and I saw him looking at a screen with pink layout which looked very much like mine. I peered nearer and I freaked out. I remember telling him or rather begging him not to read it because its my personal space. Although I leave very scanty personal information here, if you know me, you obviously can tell whose blog you are reading.

I think I almost cried in my dreams. I mean, how can you let your boss read your blog or worse let him find out your enthusiasm at work is all but a front and that you are trying desperately to change jobs. My boss is a great man, I respect him a lot and I know he values me at work.

How do you actually put it across that you want more? He isn't Singaporean and does not behave like the typical Singaporean boss. He has given me lots of opportunities and he loves the company. Sometimes, I feel like I am betraying him but everyone else has been telling me that I should think for myself instead of staying for the sake of loyalty. Two years at a slightly above entry level position doesn't really consitute much loyalty and I agree.

Sigh. The first thing I did when I woke up was to want to delete this blog. The dream was so real. I had to take deep breaths to calm myself down.

I muttered, its only a dream, only a dream.

If I ever shut this down abruptly, you know why.

Long post.

If you are one of those that say I whine a lot, don't read on. You been warned.

I cannot even describe the emotion I am feeling now, its depression mixed with a kind of relief.
Let me explain,

Today, I attended a wedding. Both the church ceremony and the dinner. The church ceremony was alright except that being non-xian, it never fails to bore me. I have never liked the christian faith mainly because there are too many evangelists around. They keep dragging you to church and telling you that you will not go to heaven if you do not accept christ. What kind of religion condemns other religion? Religion is sensitive and I will not dwell on it. A few of my closer friends like GJ are xian and I treasure the friendship.

The church was St Mary something something, cannot remember. Its the one at Bt Batok, very posh very nice, once featured in the papers. It was designed by some well known architecture firm. The building was really very nice, very posh. I mean, I have never seen a church with bose speakers at every 2m intervals. The seats were made of nice solid wood. It was very nice.

The food at the reception was very good also. It was very very classy and very well done.

Dinner was at Grant Hyatt. The bride and groom took pains to decorate the place very nicely.

Let me elaborate a bit on the couple. The bride is a doctor. She scored a miserable 'D' for bio during 'A' Levels but went on to be a doctor. Why? She had money, so she enrolled in some medical school in London. That medical school merged with King's college and her degree scroll is from King's college. How lucky can one get? Money does wonder. If she didn't have the money, she would have studied something else and possibly be in a mundane job, like me.

The groom is some EDB scholar. I only met the bride once. I was the plus one. She is Dang's friend.

Her dad used to be some big shot at SIA, some director , I hear. Her family rings a bell when they call for the maid.

The whole wedding banquet was so high class. Everyone was in nice dresses and suits. Everyone, including the old uncles in their 50s, 60s. How many uncles that age have suits? Most would wear a shirt and tie. The old aunties were all absolutely bling bling.

The food was good. The best as yet. The fish was fresh. There was abalone, and other expensive dishes I don't remember. Best of all, there was no chessy walk in , the one that the waiters walk in to the Mission Impossible song in some chessy formation.

I was at a table which made me feel very depressed. I only know half the table. Alboy was with me. John was at my table too and he is my university kaki, he however spent the whole dinner flirting with 3 other girls. I met them a few times at other weddings, still it was difficult to small talk with them. I was never good at it anyway. The other half of the table were doctors.

Then it struck me. I was the lowest paid at the table. I felt really upset. I feel my pay is low but I do get paid decently . The doctors definitely earn more than me. John earns more than me. The 3 girls, one's a dentist who definitely earns more than me. One used to work at Tech and now is at some bank, she definitely earns more. I know what Tech pays so I am pretty sure she earns more than me. The other is a physiotherapist.

I turned around and told Alboy. I think he didn't know what to say to comfort me.

I surveyed the crowd. Everyone was in nice dresses and bling bling. I figured they were all well to do. I mean, they ran out of complimentary parking tickets to give out. I think the guests all drove their S class and Beemers.

I felt very depressed. I have been submitting resumes. It's a tiring and it is stressing me out. I do not get stressed easily. I do not even feel stressed during exams, this would be the first time I actually feel stressed, pressured. No one has called me for interviews and I am very discouraged. Don't worry, I will still preserve though.

That explains why I am depressed. The relief bit?
I am just really glad I have Alboy. He works too long hours and he often forgets what I say. Still, just holding his hand makes me feel better. Not much better cos it will not change the fix I am in, but its just better.

Sigh. My heart feels heavy.

Hungry

I have been hungry very often recently. I have been eating more as well. I think my metabolism rate increased tremendously.

I feel lighter although I am pretty sure I am eating way more.

I had a Unagi set at Hisatomo yesterday and less than 2 hours later on the way home, I was hungry again.

I wolfed down a bowl of noodles and duck when I got home. I didn't even feel bloated or anything after that.

This morning, barely 5 hours later, I woke up with a growling stomach. My breakfast was a bowl of lor mee. Yes, lor mee at 8am in the morning. Its the most fantastic way to start off your day. Beats the fishball and wanton noodles. Yes, while others eat 2 pathetic slice of bread for breakfast, I enjoy hawker food. Usually, its lor mee, fishball noodles, fish slice noodles sometimes I get rice. Its fantastic.

At noon, I was starving again. However, I was jioed to the gym, so I went to swim instead. Crazy. I had a full bowl of vegetarian noodles after that. At 3pm, I was hungry again. I only had biscuits to eat in the office because my pantry is so poorly stocked. 7pm, what's new now, hunger strikes.

Despite all the eating, my stomach is flat. When I mean flat, I mean flat flat. Most people can be stick thin but have bulges around their tummy area, but my tummy remains flat. Jealous eh. Dun give me flak for this k.

I feel like superwoman.

I now have the reputation of eating a lot in the office. My collegues who went to Philippines with me have been spreading stories that I eat a lot and non-stop. Crap. I only eat a lot in comparison with them. Heellooo, which guy only eats Yogurt for breakfast. That is so lame. I eat a full meal at breakfast, 2 rounds of the buffet fare. I think more at lunch and dinner at them too. In my defense, that is only because they eat so little. Both are guys who weight 70+kg.

I hate girls who eat very little and say they are full. No one can possibly be full from a mouthful of lettuce. Veggies sucks too. Eat meat! I am absolutely carnivorous. I eat only selected vegetables,i.e vegs with no leaves. I hate the raw veg taste.

K. Before you envy me, I do swim 5 times a week. I think its the swimming that is increasing my metabolism rate. I used to swim that often in the past but never felt this way before.

My only wish - that with all the food intake, I will grow taller.

Handsel, will you marry me?

Today, Guojun proposed to me. He sent me an sms ,"Handsel, will you marry me?"

Kok, he has been lamenting that I have not blogged for a very long time and that sms will give me something to blog about.
I have loads to tell, but I do not know where to start. I been to Taiwan and back. I guess all my closer friends on msn would have bits and pieces of the story. It was good, except that I felt extremely tired when I got back.

So, to Guojun, of course I will not marry you la. Duh. Marrying terrifies me, at least for now.

Now that there is no more desperate housewives, my mondays have become emptier. I planned to plough through recruits and send out resumes, but to my incest, I found out that my mum sold sat's recruit to the garang guni man. So upset. I been sending out resumes but no one seem to be calling me up for any interview. Am getting discouraged. Very, in fact.

Alboy took on a crazy working schedule. He now works from 830 am till 1030pm. The crunch time, he calls it. It is so crunching that he doesn't even pick up my call. He tells me that he hears the phone ring and know its me because I am assigned a different ring tone, but he leaves it ringing anyhow. I think he is crazy. Working 14 hours a day leaves him no time for anything else. By the time he leaves his workplace, it is 11pm, this leaves him no time to even take a proper bath at home before hitting the sacks.

On a happier note, I finished reading the whole of HP and the Half blood prince. It is her best installment so far. Its deeper and not like the previous Lord Voldermort appeared, got rid of him at the end of the book kind. In fact, Lord Voldermort does not even appear in the book. Tom Riddle does though. Ok, no more spoilers. But if you want to know more, I be more than glad to fill you in.

My days seem empty. My work is unfulfilling. I bore myself at night after work.

I want to go out and have fun at night but somehow I also like the serenity home provides. I also feel guilty if I go out too much cos this would mean that I see my dad less at home. My dad has been sleeping earlier these days. Although we do not talk much in each other presence, I try to make it a point to appear physically in front of him. I may still be constipated for words when I face him but I think I will try. Recent events have led me to realized that I really do love and miss my dad. Sure, I may not be the perfect daughter my dad wants me to be, I do not agree with him on several things. My dad has been on my mind more and more often these days. I do not really know what to do expect appear more often in front of him.

I want the week to go past fast. In fact I want the month to pass fast. 2 reasons. I would be getting my pay, I have about a thousand dollars in claim this month,before you salivate, I had to fork out every single cent of this one thousand dollars first. One major thing I do not like about my company, they always assume you have spare cash to fork out first. 2nd, it would mean I am close to the NDP long weekend. I just realized from a teacher friend that they get weds off too, and I was happy with my tues long weekend. Crap.

k, I will stop. Promise to blog more frequently.

*swirls ard and faints*

I shat like 10 times today. Someone please plug my asshole. On second thoughs, that sound suggestive.
I ate like so many charcoal pills but its not helping. I am getting so weak from all that purging.

Will watch desparate housewives and go to bed. *faints*