Saturday, October 08, 2005
smilies
a sense of satisfaction (:
i threw away my distractions for a moment. (:
the night was productive. completed my studies for lit. just have to go through one more tym or as many tyms as possible. i'm saddened to miss out notes for Chapter 4 and half of chapter 3 ):
my whole afternoon was damn unproductive except for the piano lessons.
i went to see Stella McCartney adidas liao. shoe was damn hot WOOSH! so was the price harharhar. the bottle too (: but not that excited anymore. harharhar.
dined at Billy Bombers ): feeling guilty now. penniless and fatter. harharhar. HAIYER.
roommate of mine > i hate it man. i hate it. when i'm out with u alone can u not sms whole day or check your phone the whole damn tym. it's so irritating walking infront of u and u behind me looking, staring at your phone. it's 2 people leh. TWO. not three. haiyer. i dun think it makes any difference just going out alone. rrrrgh. at least u stop after i asked u to. but it wasn't easy to bring it up. conflicts happen like that. lucky it didn't.
rahh. so Julie's confirm going canada to study after hor O's and all. the house would be so empty. ): mom as well nags about finance problems. haiyer. economic has been bad. ): ): ):
typed out my wishlist. i think i'm gonna be lennie and george putting myself into false hopes. harharhar. okay i'm thinking too far. i won't i'm working during the hols WORKING. mom is so crazy. she tried to help me. but i think she doesn't know the rate of salary for part-tym now. she actually ask her friend if she wanted to hire me for $3/hour. AIYO. cosmetics there somemore. aiyer. my complesion so bad they call me put make-up how. IT WILL WORSEN ARH. look good only NO USE. haiyer. but that tym MacD would be better. dunno larh dunno larh. hope to pull at least a friend along to work with me.
I hate jobs with uniform. i'm quite positive about working at yoshi... just the irritating uniform.<>
selling donations out of my list. first to be striked. i hate being stalked/stopped by ppl selling donation tickets. i can predict the first sentence u gonna tell me would be. "U're not selling anything blah blah blah" in the end u will take my money away giving me a piece of paper. WATCH THE TV MAN. I DIDN'T "DONATED" WILLINGLY. IT WAS PRESSURE SALES. irritating piece of shit. then elisa! u want donate, donate urself, dun drag me in to share half. irritating to the point of no return.
I'm already a piano teacher. but my first experience ain't good my 2 students. aiyo.terrible like<>
Flyer distribution. got experience too. Dolly's my competitor. and I'm the loser. pretty easy job<>
part-tym maid. shen jing bing, dun even do my own roomwork, not housework. check out my<>
I wanna be singer somewhere. hehehehe<
dunno where to get job and dun want it to be in club. cant even get in. okay rah. shan't think so far.
I wanted to try for levi's crew thing. uniform is cool. so okay. but... HAIYER TOO LATE!<>
okays tata. (:
AZH at 11:38 PM