Yesterday,

Manageress: "..(bla bla bla).. you're doing very good, so I decided to hire you."
Me: "Huh? Me? Serious?"

Isn't that a clever understatement of the year.
Bodoh sia. I could have responded with a good 'Thank You' man.

And today,

Kak Nura: "You're doing very well, very fine. But you lack one thing. YOU NEVER SMILE!! And greet the clients!"
Me: *exaggerates a grin which meant 'grinning from ear to ear'*

I swore my cheeks hurt badly after that.

It was indeed tiring, but happy. This Friday I am required to come down to the office for foreign recruitment, if I'm not mistaken, it will be the Filipinos. Man I'm beginning to love network marketing so much, though it's initially something that I was against to.

Went to take my jab at Raffles' this afternoon. God knows how much I feared the needles so bad, but the ironic thing is that I love sewing. The doc just smiled and said, "Don't worry, it will only be like an ant bite, just close your eyes.." in a tone used to calm LITTLE KIDS down. So I shut my eyes tightly while enduring the more-than-ant-bite pain. So much like ant bite, I think the ant must have an 8-inch-razor-sharp tooth to create that similar jab pain. Stupid ant.

Dad is dead rabak now la. I think the moment he got home (in the evening) he went straight to sleep. I, who was on my feet the whole day, took 14e for the bloody 1st time and I swore I was a pure jakun-ese nut, who got back at 7.30pm, still got time to eat (after a whole load of Mc Chicken meal and 2 slices of Canadian pizza), talk crap with Mom and Sis, bathe and then blog. I think Dad needs tongkat Ali. For multiple purposes.

With unhealthy food going down to my throat then straight to my thighs, I can hereby vow that I shall grow fat in 2 weeks time. If my weight remains at 54kg, I shall double my lunches to achieve 60kg. And then I will die sooner, which is not good.

To grow fat? Or remain at 54kg?

Nurul Amira was being such a hilarious child yesterday. She called me up yesterday night, and did some catch-up with me, and being the normal standard absent-minded grandmother she is, she was so confident mama to meet me up on Friday, together with Hannie, to collect our O's certificate (which some students had ALREADY collected 2 weeks back without my knowledge) in the afternoon. UNFORTUNATELY I have already became a busy woman cos my schedule has been outrageously packed and was mentally making a time slot free on Friday afternoon, but luckily I haven't confirmed it YET cos on a last minute notice, this Nurul Amira went, "OH SHIT. I GOT CAMP ON FRIDAY LA BABI." If I were beside this child I would already have strangled her with an iron cord.

This Friday shall be her's and Syed Mohd Qamal's 7th months anniversary. On the prestigious 28th. Good luck for both of you cos Nurul Amira's at camp all the way till Monday. Haha.

Erh sheesh Blackie is in manja mood now, his black fur is all fluffed out and his cold nose is leaving wet trails all over my face and FUCK NOW HIS BERBULU TAIL IS SWISHING ON MY FACE AND HIS ASSHOLE (literally) IS LIKE 0.0000000000001 CM AWAY FROM MY FACE. @#$%%^^&^&(*&


Okay bye now I wanna watch an Indon movie, "Wina Bilang Cinta" with Sis. I will be doing an Indon-movie marathon cos apparently Sis' friend lended her a whole lot of wonderful Indon movies. I looikkkeeeeeeee~ (in the minah tone)



"Hey __________ I wanna catch your wave, hey __________ I wanna drift away with you."