So.

It's 9.17 in the morning and I am at home.

Why?

Simple.

I got a movie review at 11 am and boy, is there gonna be a 'dead girl' sumwhere.

I am reviewing the movie, 'The Dead Girl', starring Toni Collette and erm, a whole buncha actors. Eheh.

*cue: 'dush!' and 'OMG what has Bozu done to you????'*

Lame, senseless attempts to extract mildly indulgent laughter from my friends aside, I am
beginning to like what I am doing.

Yes, I have to sit at least 2 buses a day for more hours than a human being should.

Yes, these buses smell like petrol fumes and make me totally sick.

Yes, I have to fight the elements of rain, heat and CO.

Yes, I have had buses ignore me and nearly running me over.

YES, I have met nice people and horrible people.

Yes, I have met a tall, hot guy with glasses and a butt to die for and who drives a BMW 5 series and he has fallen in love with me.

YES, I am just messing with you guys to see if you're paying attention.

Ahaha.

I knew you guys weren't.

But all in all,

No, I didn't yet get a horrible yelling from ANY of the aXe Men.

No, I did not win the byline race.

(It's a figure of speech, friends, not that I care and not that it matters to me because I got my first byline when I was 18 and at the risk of sounding like a arrogant arse, I have had so many bylines if it was a race I'd have won anyway. Take that, X. And by X, you guys know who I mean. I am getting more annoyed and pissed by the day. Sheesh. And it takes a lot to piss me off!)

No, I am not overly proud of what I do well despite the fact I make a fair profit from it.

(God is fair, you know. He gives me a talent but he also reminds me that I am 10000 feet tall and 3547 tonnes heavy. And that I have a temperament of a raging hormonic crazy whale on PMS. And that I am an utter bongong (you're gonna say it, J, so I say it first, save you the trouble. ;P.))

No, I do not own 99 cans of beer.

(gotcha)

And no, I do not hate my job. I just hate the travelling in smelly buses and crowded trains that go with it.

Yes, I DO LOVE MY JOB.

I really do.

For it's:

Free meals.

Free goodies.

Free flow of anything I want to drink/eat.

Nice, eager-to-please PR people.

Ability to allow me to do what I love to do.

In the end, that is all that matters.

Week Two: Still Survivin'

Its Week Two, my friends.

So far, Week Two has been slightly more eventful than Week One. And well, here I go again; I am going to give you a blow-by-blow account of my week.

*I sense you guys going to the market and buying tomatoes that all the auntie-ah soh-ah poh all don't want and putting it into a cute lil' basket and aiming it in the direction of my office at the left-hand-side-far-left-right-in-front-of-a-row-of-six tables (thats roughly where I sit) and letting go on Monday morning*

So here goes:


MONDAY

Arrived early at office, had nothing to do cause I was off Sunday and so I didn't get any assignments. First time for me sitting in office with nary a thing to do. I recall disturbing J a lot... and whining about my inactivity.

Bozu and TK were both in office so it wasn't too bad... TK and I had lunch; like so often we do. Since we ain't gotten to really know anyone yet.

In the end when S came in, I got meself a press release to process and did pretty much that.


TUESDAY

Saw my first FOOD review ever.

It was a memorable one because it was a proper 8-course CNY thingy, though at lunch.

I arrived there right on time. -_-'.

See, that was cause I am paranoid about being late, see, and being unfamiliar to the places just makes me even more paranoid about not being on time. So I set off as early as I could without being over-eager and took my time making sure I asked several people how to get there.

I was greeted by a very efficient, very friendly marketing comm. person and she remarked on how tall I am. (Yes, now that we've all agreed that my father is a man, lets move on to the food, shall we?)

It began with me waiting for the rest of the press/marketing/sales people to show up. They did, after about 1/2 an hour, by that time I was rather hungry.

Hungry, I say, but with little appetite, since I was not looking forward to having a meal in a whole table-full of absolute strangers. Bright side was the prawns were nice. The shark fin's soup was nice too, but with a strong crab roe taste (they put crab roe in it). Hmm.

Overall, I thought the food was only okay. Still, it was free, I drank lotsa tea to cover up my shyness and I met NST's food reviewer, Tan Bee Hong. Cool.

Then I got some nice cookies (which I distributed to the office) and some oranges.


WEDNESDAY

THAIPUSAM!!!!!!! NO WORK!!!!!!!!!!!! FREEDOM!!!!!!!!!SHOPPING!!!!!!!!!!!!!SLEEP!!!!!


THURSDAY

Another day of nothing. TK and Bozu both out on assignment leaving me to fend for myself in a world made of scary men. The whole Lifestyle desk not in, so I did not have any human interaction for the longest time. I was alone. All alone.

Then TK and Bozu came back (after I had lunch with two scary men and one scary lady!) and we had a drink at the cafe.

It was boring, until S came back and gave me 2 press releases to process. Also, had my first grilling.

I was grilled by the sub-ed rather harshly, with the ever-sweet and nice S trying to save my arse by giving kindly advice and taking away the harsh tone to the sub-ed's voice. I truly think S is a very very very nice old man, never the type to scold, never the type to intimidate.

Also, I ain't terrified of him. That has GOT to be something.


FRIDAY

Had an interview with 14-year-old prodigious savant, Yeak Ping Lian and his mother, Sarah. He is truly a special boy; at 11, he started painting and he hasn't stopped. His art has amazing detail and though still raw, he has the makings of a truly great artist. For those who want to read more about Ping Lian, go to www.pinglian.com.

A prodigious savant is an autistic individual who displays skills that would be extraordinary/prodigious even in a normal person. For example, art and music.

Ping Lian cannot speak fully, but his face is just one big grin. I noticed how he just can smile and just sit and draw and he is so... I don't know. Carefree?

Autistic or not, he displays such a cheerfulness, such an innocence and carefree-ness. I envy him that, if anything.

We are often so caught up in appearances and what people think of us. To be able to truly be yourself in front of people is a big thing. Ping Lian is so completely unpretentious and unfettered by pretenses.

My advice is: if you ever find a person with whom you can completely be yourself and know that he/she accepts you, then hold on. These people don't come around all that often.

Also, first lunch with S and sub-ed SS. She is nice too. Had a decent convo with them, about movies! I like the Lifestyle people. I really do. BsM is so quiet and non-scary, M (the sub-ed who gave me the grilling) is tough but fair, AnS is cool and ID is hard to get to know but she seems cool too.



Sigh.

Another week ends. Only time will tell if I can keep this job up. I want to just do this. But more than ever, I wish I was back in Uni!!!!!

Still, I must go on.

And so I do.

Goodnight, my friends.

I AM AT WORK NOW.

Mhmm.

Today is Tuesday; also known as the Production Shut-Down Day. Tomorrow being Thaipusam so there will be no publication and so there will be no frantic 5 o'clock news rushing. Today at least.

So why am I here at 9 in the morning? I have a food review at 12, that's why. Besides, the 'aXe' Men (a trio of very scary, decidedly middle-aged men who scare the living beejeepers outta me, the Whale) arent' around and so I figured better I be around today than tomorrow. Ehehehehe.

Besides, me Momsy has plans for soup-boiling tomorrow and so I better be around. And also my mom is taking me n' sis to KLCC. Heh. Why not. We got a rebate voucher from Isetan anyway.

Hmm.

Also, things look bad for me for MZ's Puerto Rico Night. Mom and Dad has unanimously said NO FREAKIN' WAY YOU UNGRATEFUL, DISOBEDIENT CHILD!

No, really.

I got a NO without even finishing my sentence. Heh.

MZ, I am sorry. But you know what? I think I can drop by and stay till like, 9+. Maybe have a snack n' play one round of Puerto Rico.

Sigh.

Oh well.

I better get going, actually. It's 10.30 am and I gots a press release to process and so I gotta work now.

Goodbye all.

Weak One. Err. I mean, Week One.

Week One, my friends.

It began with a streak of not-so-good-luck, where I missed a bus and was subsquently half an hour late; though, in all actuality, we (me and TK) were NOT late. Most don't come in till much much later.

Then began the 3-hour wait, the 2-hour interview and the 2-hour journey back home. It was a good, even if rather humdrum, first day.

Second day, my friends, began with me getting an assignment to the JVC launch of the 'Beyond Borderless' Mobile Entertainment range. I know, mobile entertainment, sounds like handphones. Then I figured out it was car audio systems. Revelation. -_-'

It went fairly well, I left as quickly as I could so I may catch the bus back to office and settle my 'log in' to the system. Got meself a free T-shirt and a towel. ^_^

Witnessed a man molesting another man (jokingly, but the molestee was freaked, though he did not make a scene. Highlight of (un?)intentional yaoi-wannabe action? The lady friend saying, "Eeeee, gatal." Hilarious.) XD


Third Day, and S (my editor) gave me a press conference for the upcoming Malaysia Asian Open Dance Championships. It also went well, was actually supposed to stay for more free food but I had to leave... for office. -_-' I try my very best to make it back to office everyday so I may get my assignment for the next day.

By the way, S is a genuinely easy to talk to guy; he seems to be one of the few there I am not absolutely terrified of. I can think of two others whom I am truly scared of (no really, I don't get scared easy, but these people scare me witless), and have tried my best to avoid contact unless absolutely neccessary. @_@


Fourth Day, and that is the day I shall remember as the day I almost had a celebrity interview, with the lead singer of hugely popular 60's band, Herman's Hermits. It was postponed because he had 'personal problems'. And also the day I met up with V, K and J for dinner in MidValley. Also the first time I ate Nando's.

And also the day I came home at 10 pm and my parents did not eat me. Pfft.

Also had a supposed food review, which, thanks to loooong delays, ended up as a food promo write-up. -_-' Still, free buffet lunch, and I ain't complainin'.

It was fun day, fun people and best of all, catching up with people I've missed terribly.

I have been on all assignments alone, by the way, and it gets horribly lonely. It is also good in a sense, yes, but it doesn't give me much chance to get to know people. I am so lonely I've started talking to myself. T-T

Fifth Day, also known as Last Day of the Week, (we have Saturdays off, confirmed, no arguments) and I had a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong journey to....

*drum roll*

Putrajaya.

I was on the way to Bandar Utama, by the way.

Yeap. To get to Bandar Utama, I went to Putrajaya first.

I caught the RIGHT bus, but WRONG direction. Was supposed to catch it from the OPPOSITE side of the road. And so ended up in Putrajaya, then patah balik to One Utama.

And, hah, what are the odds?

Met a freelancer from NST who was on the same bus, on the same wrong journey, and was covering the SAME event. Amazing. Had a nice chat, though, she is a very cool person. My age.

Also, my first hard news piece: an important minister said something about the public transport price hike at the Chevrolet 3S centre opening and so I told my editor, who told me to tell Scary Man 1, who told me to tell Scary Man 2. *shudder* I wrote a short piece on it, and so I don't know if it will be published or not.

Though, as all things go, I am not sure if I have the gumption for this field. What I really want is to just write; tell stories about people, see the world and all there is in it.

I don't want to report about launches and dances and eat free food (though it is nice, I have always been against free-loading unless it has something in return for the freeload-ee). I want to write in a small dark room and have my coffee and tell the world about the world, not about what new car Chevrolet is launching! -_-'

(I know I am intern, and I am at the bottom of the bottom of the food chain, but lets ignore that for now)

I cannot socialize. I do fine enough among the people whom I know and who are on equal ground, but when 'people' mean older people who are my bosses, well!

I clam up, I get all nervous, I talk in whispers and I become really stupid. I have no idea why. I just go all stupid. Like some half-wit bimbo, nodding and trying to not look baffled.

And I get so quiet! I don't even know what to say to them, and trust me, the weather is NOT a topic.

I am always constantly self-conscious, and I have no idea what I am doing most of the time. I do my assignments and then write the story, but being in Lifestyle means my story won't get looked at for days, and so I keep writing without knowing if I did it right or not.

Sigh.

J did try his best to point out to me that it always is like this with new environments and new people, and if I take it one step at a time things will be better.

Still.

ME being me, I don't listen. So I shall hide under my desk and try to not get eaten.

(I can hear everyone saying "Wuss!" "Coward!")

I know. T-T.

I shall persevere, my friends. Wish me luck.

And now, the night is young, but I am old so I need my sleep. Bon nuit, my friends.

Four Classmates, Three Hours of Boredom, Two Hours of Tagging Along and One Bollywood Song and Dance Routine.

Today, my friends, is my first day at work. And because at any moment now I may crash and die on my bed, I shall do my best to type out the events of today.

Four Classmates

Upon arriving at Asia Jaya (with TK) I walked towards the bus station and waited. Lo! Behold! There were JRY (I said NO!), MYin, YSen, and JRCK (Ah Di).They are at Life Publishers, and were waiting for the bus as well. We chatted, which is nice, since we haven't seen each other for ages.

On the way back I was actually in the same bus as JRCK; he called my name but being so tired and blur, I didn't notice at all! Haiz.

Hmm. Interesting: saw The Blob at MidValley today (will explain further on what I was doing there in 'Two Hours of Tagging Along') with another young girl (friend? colleague?)and she didn't seem to be in work clothes...?

Hmm.

Three Hours of Boredom

When I arrived at work (late because of two missed buses (too full) and one lazy taxi driver who won't take us) we discovered that we had nothing to do. NOTHING. And so me and TK (Bozu followed a senior on an assignment) sat there for 3 hours staring at our shadows and contemplating the meaning of life as well as the achievement of Zen-like spirituality of the Inner Eye.

Then my editor showed and set me off to follow a senior journalist on an assignment in....


Two Hours of Tagging Along

....MidValley. To interview a guy on Feng Shui. Forecast for this year? Rabbits and Rats will have it good, Horses are in baaaaaaddddd luck. Everyone else is pretty much covered. Though that guy did talk like Confucius.....if Confucious was dressed in a yellow and orange checkered shirt, that is.

"Connn-fucius say, youuu must o-bey the ele-mennn-tal flow! Owr else! Youuuu will have bad luck!"

Left the office at 2 and finished at 4. She interviewed, I watched and tried to be as unnoticable as possible (not an easy task, I assure you!). It was nice, and when I returned to office I was given my first individual assignment!!! Very nice. No byline, I am sure, but I will do my best anyway! Besides, I get my bylines often enough anyway. Heh. Must mention it to my Editor though. He was so distracted and busy I decided not to tell him anything yet. Just lay low first.


One Bollywood Song and Dance Routine

The Ribena guys came today to the office itself to promote their new lemon and purple colouring, I mean, blueberry drink and lo! behold! we were treated to a Bollywood performance by one yellow round-shaped thing and a purple round-shaped thing who turned out to be mascots. They even did a High School Musical number. And they even went to the Star! What a buncha nutcases. Then again, what better way to promote a drink than to provide thirsty journalists with more sugar? Nice, and sneaky. Journalists, heh, we LOVE free stuff!

Hmm.

Thats pretty much it. I am far too tired to blog anymore. I got a vicious headache and need some sleep. Keep steady my friends!

Goodbye all.

The Cat Returns

No, not my old pet kitten Furball (of whom his story I shall tell later and maybe on another post) but STUDIO GHIBLI's sequel-of-sorts to Whisper of the Heart.

Thanks to J's well-timed advice to watch Whisper b4 Cat, I now have become (don't pfft at me) a Ghibli fan!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Welllll it's ay-bout tiiiiime." I can hear the pffts all over this blog post. "Call yourself a fan of anime and you haven't watched Ghibli until you so big you be Whale. WE watched when we were tiny!"

Yes, yes I know. Forgive my Ghiblignorance.

Anyway. I believe that The Cat Returns is a true testament of how simple storytelling without all the fuss and muss of commercialism can truly be a rewarding experience. Telling stories the way they are without the need to put in plot twists and turns and cheap kicks; that is TRUE Ghibli magic.

Not to mention I am now in love with the Baron Humbert von Gikkingen. What a mouthful.

Ahem.

He may be a cat (and a small cat with human hands to boot) but he is the most chivalrous and gentlemanly character I've come across in oh, ages. What with all the bishies taking over. I love bishies, but they are wusses. They are sensitive and they cry and stuff. At least the Baron is so cooooooooooool. He whoops a** like he was born to do it. Very cool.

Oh, and the ending scene! Where he says goodbye to Haru and leaps off the roof of the school with a remarkably agile piroutte of sorts and onto Toto's back! Coooool.

And. IF the time may come when I may find myself forced, blackmailed, threathened or co-erced into cosplay....

I wanna be Muta. Suit me up in a furry fatsuit and don't forget to cut holes for me to breathe. Thanks.


The Fat Returns

If I ever complain about my weight again, my friends, smack me. Cause I deserve it. I've been lazing, eating and sleeping for the past two weeks and if when we return to Y3 I am totally unrecognisable (except as Edna Turnblad: The Asian Edition) then please, stick a knife in my guts and end my misery. Thanks again.


Life is a rollercoaster of delicious food and ultimate sloth and I am on it.

Goodbye all.

My Neighbour Totoro

No, I do not have a neighbour named Totoro. In fact, wow, I never told anyone about my neighbours, now, have I? They're an interesting bunch, you know. On the left of my house lives my grand-aunt. Yeap, it's true people. My grand-aunt. On the right is one of my dad's fishing kaki (recently acquired). This fishing kaki's mother used to live there (and trust me, if Totoro was an Indian lady, that'll be her, only in size and not in gruntish benovelence.) I am honest, not being disrespectful; she passed a few years ago. She used to chase her grandson around saying 'Alake thambi, adepia!' (dirty little boy, I wallop you!)

But as always, I digress.

Ahem.

I watched 'My Neighbour Totoro' yesterday, making it the fourth Ghibli movie I've watched. So far I've watched: Totoro, Howl's, Spirited Away and Grave of the Fireflies. Wanted to watch The Cat Return, but I forgot J mentioned it's got no English subtitles and I've gotta watch it in Cantonese. Ouch. So there they were, yabbering away in Cantonese; and though I understand most of it, it is pervasively awkward. So I give up and now I wanna go and get the whole set coz J's set got no Laputa, Nausicaa and Mononoke Hime. -_-' All of Ghibli's most famous, and none of them I can watch. How am I supposed to do a review then? Must get it on my own somehow.

Anyway. I digress again.

Totoro had me smiling from the childishly enjoyable opening song to the great Cat bus rescue. I was sceptical at first, and I betcha my mom (who was sitting on the couch behind me, sipping hot Milo coz she got a stuffed nose last night) thought I was reliving a second childhood or summat. Did I mention I watch all my movies at 1/2/3 am in the morning? That's coz those are the only times I can:

a) watch in peace.
b) watch in peace.
c) watch what I want.

All other times Daddy takes precedence.

I nearly thought it was a kiddie show (which it is) but now that I've seen it I wonder where my childhood went that I never saw these when I was younger. Then again, coming from a household hooked on Disney.... I doubt Ghibli would have dared showed its face in my home.

I loved it. I wish I could have sat on the Cat bus. It sure as hell looked damned comfortable.

Heh. Those soot sprites are the ones in Spirited Away as well.


My Dumb Mongrel Maya.

Is fine. She is perky as always, frisky like a three-month old kangaroo and though she still eyeballs me everytime I walk past her, she is FINE. Soft stools, but it should clear up in a few days. She damn well gave me a heart attack.


My Shaggy Mane.

Tamed and not happy about it. I had it cut yesterday, just a trim, just to make me look more like Whale instead of Lion. My hairdressing lady (she been there since 1988 and she has been cutting my hair since forever!) was oddly chatty (maybe coz no one else was there) and she was just telling me how fast time flies, coz now her daughter is 10 and I am 21 and 'big girl' already.

Wanted to tell her I had been 'big girl' for nearly 2 decades now. Quite literally.

Heh.

Anyways. Its now only another 5 days to work. Thank goodness! So Ganbatte, my friends!!!!! Keep up the work!!! I'll see you guys out on the field I hope!

There was a song.

It always begins with a song, yes? As is propounded by Mr. Gaiman and Mr. Lewis.

In my case, a song played over the rather quiet atmosphere of Isetan in KLCC just yesterday.

Well, as we all know, I pay attention to songs played in shopping malls and places where one can walk around for hours doing absolutely nothing but stare at gorgeous materialistic
manifestations and wishing that dear old Mom's credit card was around.

The song began with a short sweet piece on the piano before the vocals came in and ruined my Sunday. Let me explain.

The volume at which this song was played was ridiculously soft. The vocals were a blur as a result, and although I loved the song, I could not for the life of me catch a line of the lyrics so I may go to the Google God and find the title and artist and download it illegally from the Internet like the freeloading leech that I am.

As a result, I am now stuck with bits of the song in my head and feeling frustrated that I was unable to find that song.

It is a horrible thing.

You know, that feeling where you have seen that actor/actress before and you simply cannot remember the name?

It drives me mad, my friends. I hate it when my memory fails me (which it does and often to boot). Somehow or other I cannot rest until I find out exactly who he or she is.

Same thing with songs.

I like it, and so I must have it in my mp3 list which, after the Unfortunate Incident of The Motherboard in the Nighttime has begun to grow steadily.

That's 'cause I've ignored my brother and ignored 'em warnings and decided to continue being a freeloading leech.

Hmmph.

There was an Animated Film.

In this case, Grave of the Fireflies by Studio Ghibli.

It has got to be the singularly most touching, heart-tugging, simple and bittersweet anime ever produced. (Though it's debatable for me to claim that, I simply have not watched that many anime.)

For me, I am stone-cold when it comes to movies and anime. I always get sad, but I never actually cried. I don't believe in tearing up over a fictional piece of work. I get choked at certain songs/original scores, if I feel particularly emotional, that is. (Which is quite often, as K would say, because I can get emo quite a bit, though for some reason only he and V can put up with it)

But I digress.

As J said, Ghibli is great because it's storytelling that is simple and beautiful and endearing.

How true!

Yesterday I saw an example of what a truly simple and melancholy story can do to oneself. I watched a truly beautiful story unfolding slowly before my rather tired eyes.

I watched the Grave of the Fireflies, a story about two orphans in the midst of World War 2. A story of survival. A story about the love of a brother and the harshness of reality.

I got all teary-eyed.

I sniffed.

I tried not to cry.

(and for the rest, I shall not admit, because it's embarrassing)


There is A Sick Dog.

Yes, my friends, I think Maya is sick. She has lost her ferocious appetite despite my best efforts. I've even tried enticing her with canned meat (which under normal circumstances she would polish off within minutes) but she has not actually eaten it all. She is now moping in her kennel, looking miserable and ignoring all my calls. She always looks dismal during the day and goes mad at night, but yesterday night she was just as mopey.

I am now worried sick. Gonna take her out to eat some grass and then see if she gets better. If not, I am going straight to the vet and getting her what she needs. Damn. I ain't waiting for bro no more. I'll walk to freakin' SPCA if I hafta. He keeps delaying her vet trip.

I am worried sick.


Sigh.

Goodbye all.

Well.

Day FOUR of 2008 and what have I achieved? Nothing. Somehow I feel I should be doing something more beneficial...like catch a movie, hang out or summat. Oh yeah.

I can't.

*cold winds*

Sigh.

Enough whining. Let's move on.

Shaggy mane: Untrimmed.

Reason: Sheer laziness.

However, I have got meself something to do for the next week to come, something that will occupy a LOT of my time and hopefully rake in some much-needed moolah.

Resolutions kept: Zero.

Reason: It's been only FOUR days darn it! You gotta cut a girl some slack! You gotta give her at least another 360 days or so to get used to the idea of resolutions.

Sheesh.

Watched Fight Club yesterday.

Let's just say that:

Fight Club + Sweaty, bloody, muscular, half-naked Brad Pitt + sweaty, bloody, lean, half-naked Edward Norton + brutal fights + milk+ pau+ biscuits+ more mindless TV + B4 sleep =

WEIRD DREAMS.

Take it from me, my friends. Milk and pau and a brutally violent movie before sleep is NOT a good idea.

(and for those of you who are wondering who the heck eats pau at night, well, I do.)

I had one of those mismatched dreams where everything is in bits and pieces and odd little separate chunks of scenes. One moment I was on a boat because the world has been submerged. The next moment I was in school, in a classroom, and dammit, why is the school NOT submerged too??? Why is school NEVER submerged?

Then I find myself alone on a boat with Edward Norton. The rest, as they say........ is killjoy, coz' the very next moment I was in class again.

(whole string of expletives)

Meh.

I go. I go Sims. No one is online (I know work must be hell so sleep well ya'll!) so I will go and entertain myself with making my Sims sing karaoke, and badly to boot.

First Post Of the New Year of 2008!!

And what an occasion.

Nah, not really.

My posts are rubbish, really.

Hmmm.

Why am I aligned centre...

Oh right.

There we go. Ahem.

Okay, its January 2nd, and my hair is shaggy again. Now, that may not seem like much, but I will be starting work soon (14th of January) and I think I better go trim this out-of-control mane of mine.

To think, I used to have perfectly straight (it still is though) long hair that I would put up in a ponytail. It never got messy and it never got unruly. Now that I've gone vain and gotten me a layered cut, upkeep is triple and price is quadruple. Not to mention my hair grows like 'taugeh'.

Its a veritable jungle on my head; its got its own ecological system, I reckon.

(Damnation, I cannot believe I am talking about my hair in my first post of the year)

Still, my mom has asked me to go trim it, and I suppose I gotta trudge me plump arse and me very own flora-and-fauna-jungle to me hairdresser. (My regular; she's been cutting my hair since I was a wee little girl. Not that I was ever even close to beeing 'wee little', but you all get my point.)

Enough hairy talk. (Pardon the pun -agh, its not a pun.)

I also am saddened by the fact that half my classmates are already on their Industrial Training or will be on their IT in a few days while I sit useless and moulding in my house till the 14th. That means for the next 12 days of my holidays I will have little or virtually no contact with my pals. Not nice. And worse, when they've already finished and are looking to hang out, I'd still be working my plump arse away till the 30th of April. Life is hard.

I sigh.

But to be optimistic, at least we'll have lots to talk about when we return to Uni in Year 3. Hmmm. We'll be seniors, my friends. Seniors. Old boys and old girls. We will be blissfully free of the Construction Sensation that is U***.

I realize that it will be really hard to catch up/hang out together, unless we work together (yes, Bozu, please, sharpen your corniness skills) so it would be nice if once in a while if you guys stumble across me blog, do leave a comment or two so I know you guys are not trapped in an office somewhere suffering from cold and dehydration and overwork. :)

Well.

I am actually looking forward to start me work; maybe cause its a different experience for me. Hopefully during the three months to come I'd finally see for meself whether I am cut out for this industry. I always suspected I may have far too little curiousity in me to be a great journalist. I am never curious, actually, unless it involves something I take an interest in. I never saw the need to investigate and sniff out stories and stuff. I mean, whatever happens I would be the last person to know about it. This is due to the fact that I think most things are best left unknown, especially if it may actually endanger oneself.

Still, I never know. I may end up finding I have a real stomach for crime and not flinch over a dead body. Or end up passing out when I see a head wound. It can only go two ways. Maybe I will develop a taste for politics. Maybe even economics. Pfft. Nah.

Hopefully, hopefully.

We hope.

My New Years Resolutions (for a laugh) are as follows:

1. Be smarter and get smarter so as to not get lost, conned or bamboozled.

2. Get over my multiple fears (drains, large bodies of water, speed, creepy-crawlies, snakes, too

many to list here, really).

3. Insult K less. No really. I feel kindly.

4. Be more serious-minded. I can't keep making lame jokes forever.

5. Work hard, play harder. Usually I just work a bit, play a lot. So now I gonna work hard.

Pfft.

Only time will tell if I keep to it. Muahahahaha.

Goodbye all.