Job-searching is such a tiring process. The next few days (hopefully not many), my most visited website will be JobsDB. Oh, JobStreet too. I'm updating my resume now, which is actually the easiest part of job-hunting. Why? Cos I don't have much to write abt! For now at least.

Will be going over to Yishun later. My sister's invited to this R.O.M party and she has no idea what sorta hairstyle to wear and needs help with her eye make-up. Me to the rescue! I will get to see Baby too, which works as a very good pulled-to-Yishun-factor.

Chong Pang hawker food for dinner, with Jay! The lovely, and the lovelier. Oh wait, the loveliEST! Hehe. :-D

One of my birthday gifts(from the aforementioned sister) were Delifrance vouchers. I always have them in my bag, just in case I feel like some soup and garlic bread. Wld be marvy with the rainy weather. Mmm... *tastebuds tingle*

They're showing Rhythm on SunTV now! Omg, I so do not want to leave for Yishun so soon! BLEAURGH!! I love the songs in the movie, and I like the movie as a whole. I generally don't like Meena much, but I am certain that she did nicely in Rhythm. And the little boy is sooo adorable. I wanna stay home! Sigh.

I shall now go bathe in misery. Toodles.

My hair is wet. I don't want it to go into stinkland by having it pressed against a pillow. Sigh. Sleepy sleepy.

It feels so beautiful to not have to work on a Saturday. Beautiful. I sure hope it rains 5am onwards; I'll be softly awakened by the pitter-pattering of the rain, and a lazy smile will cross my face as I get lulled back to another bout of uninterrupted sleep. Beautiful. So damned hard to get up and do the bathing and dressing up shit with the whisper of the rain in my ear; "Gooooo baaack to sleeeeep.. to sleeeeeeeep..." When baby stays over, I kiss and cuddle his sleepy form before putting on my make-up. Takes ALL of my willpower to not join him in slumberland.

Oh, and I'm almost always late to work these days. Sigh.

This morning, I was at Bedok mrt station, abt to go down the escalator to the underpass thing that wld lead me out when I heard somebody semi-shout what sounded like my name. Since a lot of stuff are similar to my name when pronounced (come here, am here, the ear, then ya, dumb ya, etc.), I ignored it. It was only when I heard it again, this time louder and clearer and a little familiar, did I turn back and see. All I saw was a blur of colour on the form of a fair girl with long hair. Which means I wasn't wearing my glasses, ofcos. I was still struggling to keep awake and gave my name-caller a really screwed up "WHo ah?" kinda expression. And with the flow of the escalator I went.

As I walked on to my workplace, I started feeling guilty and stupid. Like, imagine how my friend(I'd already established it's a friend i'd probably studied with; it's not like I'm famous) wld have felt. So pai seh, you call somebody and the person don't know you. Something abt her voice was very familiar. And THEN it hit me.

Kit!

She's the only person who pronounces my name the way she does. Dhaan-ya. And so I smsed her and yes, it WAS her! She was amazed I recognised her by her pronunciation. So am I.

One of my sisters is holidaying/business-handling in India. Here's an sms convo from yesterday:



Sister: Hey Dhanya panni(pig in Tamil), Im bored here.cant wait to be back home. anything interesting to tell me?

Me: Umm... Your backside grows a millimeter a week according to scientific research.

Sister: Is it really true? Alamak..Please lah! Tell me sumore.

Me: Not true!! Haha. And then... Are you aware of the existence of seedless watermelons?

Sister: You ULTIMATE WEIRDO!


Hair's dry. Toodles.


P.S: I lou Jay. :-D

First-year students at med school were receiving their first anatomy class with a real dead human body. They all gathered around the surgery table with the body covered with a white sheet.

The professor started the class by telling them: "In medicine, it is necessary to have 2 important qualities as a doctor. The first is that you not be disgusted by anything involving the human body." For an example, the Professor pulled back the sheet, stuck his finger in the butt of the corpse, withdrew it and stuck his finger in his mouth..

"Go ahead and do the same thing," he told his students. The students freaked out, hesitated for several minutes, but eventually took turns sticking a finger in the butt of the dead body and
sucking on it. Each one tried his best not to puke. When everyone had finished, the Professor looked at them and told them, "The second most important quality is observation. I stuck in my middle finger and sucked on my index finger. Now learn to pay attention."


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My birthday's in 2 days! Too bad I'll be working. It'll be the very first birthday that I'll be working on, y'know. That's entirely due to the fact that so far I've only done temp stunts at companies. With the exception of now, that is. Actually... I'm on the search for another job, cos I can't be doing shifts when I start on my part-time course later next year; 8pm is too late to finish work if I've other commitments. So I guess I'm self-proclaimedly temping.

I love it when my birthday comes arnd. It feels like a mini-festival to me. Like it's December 19th, so start smiling, everybody! Haha. It's sorta childish but I love the feeling. Will be wearing my contacts to work instead of glasses; I MUST put some real effort into looking good at least once a yr. And what btr day to do it then on my birthday, yah?

Sash's in India. I miss her! Oh well, Christmas will be here extremely soon, and she'll be back, thank god.

There are so many ppl I need to meet up with soon. And some of you, I don't even have your numbers on account of my handphone dying on me and my losing of all my contacts. :( If you read this, ppl, send me an sms, ok?

I don't even meet my best friend often. Lame, lame, lame.

Note to self: Don't take kindness, nor love, for granted.


I just recieved an email from Jobstreet wishing me a very happy birthday. Aww... hahaha. Oh, Deepers' was the first birthday greeting I got, in the form of a Friendster testimonial! Oh, and he's in India too. Lousy assholes, go to India for what? Especially at the time when everybody gets together for parties. Oh well.. it's not like Sash can come out whenever she wants to anyway.

I btr go sleep now, got work tmr. Thank god I work in the east. Oh, Mom AND Dad are screaming at me to go to bed. Such coordination! :-p

Toodles.


P.S: I can't wait to see what Jay's got for me! And sweetheart, like I said, I will love the present for sure, but I will love it even more if you told me what it is. *beams* Ok, stupid, I know. It's worth the shot tho. The suspense is KILLING ME!! *dies*

I AM BAAAACK BABIIIEEEEEEEEESS!!

The wire shit that I stick into the comp for modem connection went right thru the slot at the CPU when I pushed it in a teeny bit hard and weird thing is, I got no idea where the slotting thingamy went to and the truth is, I don't care now cos my dad got a new whatchamacallit and I can surf the net now.

:-D

I'm sick. Physically. Toodles!