Yo what up. I'm feeling pretty apprehensive lately as the calendar creeps its way into the month of March. The thought of receiving my results around the start of March gave me an unpleasant deja vu. Recently I have been really anxious, constantly painting scenes in my head about the atmosphere and the possible outcomes.
There are three ways this could go down.
1) HUAT AH!!
2) Okay lah
3) Fuck...
I'm praying so damn hard I don't fall into Category 3... I try not to let any high hopes or expectations get in the way but innately, there is a bunch of criteria and standard already set. Can't deny, I would love to have plentiful of As on my cert and be one of those lucky mahfkers receiving a filthy handshake from the principal on stage. However, a really pessimistic, or maybe even practical, side of me keeps dousing my flame and is doing its best to carve out a horrendous way in which shit could go down. Bloody praying for a morning wake up call from the General Office, breaking to me the good news and telling me to head down to school early for preparation to GO UP THE FKING STAGE. That would be lovely. THAT WOULD BE FKING LOVELY THANK YOU VERY MUCH. Till then, it seems like the anxiety is just gonna build up towards result day like a damn Tetris game.
I don't know why this matters so much to me this time round, but definitely not because I want to secure a place in a stellar local Uni or some shit like that. I think it's more of a concrete affirmation of my hardwork. Sounds really stupid but listen me out. I know I'm definitely not an academic ace, hitting perfect scores on laminated certificates and crying over the fact that I lost one mark in the exam. But it is a form of self-assurance that my efforts pay off and I'm rewarded with what I deserve. It would be an utter shame if I mess this one up because then I have failed to accomplish what I was so determined to set out to do. I also feel like there is a point to prove, not just for myself, but to others. I know most people will say that I should do things for myself and shut out what others tell you to do, but I don't know man, I really want to let people around me see that I can compete on equal footing with them and zip up my relatives' mouths that spew only demoralizing shit. Hahaha no hate, just that every time they hit that G spot, I dread the comparison that comes next. I just get really frustrated every time people assume that my intelligence hinges upon my grades.
Well, I do sincerely hope that God does not take a shit on me and Jesus does not crash my car when I let him take the wheel HAHAHAHA. Let those horrid months of relentless grind at the library and all the MCs I took to pon school just to grind pay off. But then again, what if........ I am to be punished for ponning school and faking parent letters to extend my MCs...... by getting fucked up grades????? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Hahahaha Peace Out~
Monday, 15 February 2016
Wednesday, 3 February 2016
Tight On Cash...
What up, gee? Been exactly 1 month since I last typed shit on this page. Ever since my friends enlisted at the start of Jan till now, not only do I lack social life, I lack cash too. If I ever need a good laugh I'll just head down to the ATM, attempt to withdraw some money and giggle pathetically at how the machine declines my request.
I don't know why but every time I go out with friends, I spend alot on food and drinks, maybe a little bit on movies, and some really cheap shit from H&M. I'm still wearing the same jeans I bought last year because that's probably my only long pants left that still fits my growing legs. So technically, my moneh shouldn't be leaking so rapidly... Perhaps because of the new boat shoes........ And the new football cleats......... Hahahaha anyway every time if I spend way past my budget for the day, I'll convince myself that I'm doing the right thing - contributing to the multiplier effect of the economy. Just doing my part as a consumer... Don't hate it cuz you ain't it, know what I'm sayinggg? ;)))
I told myself since the start of Jan that I ain't gon' work at no banquet/waitering crap anymore cuz I'm underpaid for all the shit I need to do like getting my hands all greased up from clearing plates brimming with seafood sauce, chilli crab curry and mahfkers' saliva. I decided that I should try to get a job at a retail outlet that PAYS you well to look good so I thought maybe Abercrombie & Fitch needed douchebags like me hahaha. I shit you not they actually hired my sorry ass HAHAHAHA!
I went for the group interview one day, put up my OGL facade being all extroverted and whacky as hell, talked my way through the questions from the interviewer and pretty much nailed them. Oh yeah, A&F has a backroom kinda thing that stores all their inventory and also an office to sort out all their admin matters, WHICH was surprisingly brightly lit. What a stark contrast as opposed to the store itself. Kinda weird that we had our interview all standing in a circle. I'd say there were like 9 of us (me included) cuz it was a Tuesday and the interview was chillax af. Basically we introduced ourselves and proceeded to the questions. One thing I hypothesized was that it's not really about how fantastic your spoken English is that captures the interviewer's attention but more about the way you portray yourself when you speak and also the content of what you say. I said some really stupid shit but in a very optimistic manner and I think I caught the wave hahaha.
I got the call for the job and headed down for paperwork. The guy told me that the job orientation is filled at the moment and he will call me down around "next week" (this week). JUST MOMENTS AGO, I called them to ask when can I get cracking on some work and I was told that they'll call me earliest at the end of Feb... Well fuck that. Thought I was about to "Hey how's it going!" or "Hey what's up!" but it looks like when they would finally call me down for the job orientation I could actually be at the store within 5 minutes because I'll be somewhere down the street begging for money. It looks like I've got less than a month to work there before I enlist in April so cheers to that, I'm gonna hunt for another job.
At the moment I'm learning how to drive and I have lessons on and off throughout the month so I can't actually commit to a fixed scheduled job that requires me to work 8hrs 6 days a week. Thought that was the key to my problem with only 5hrs work shift and flexible af schedule but nothing goes my way, as usual. Meanwhile, I'm bored the fuck out meditating at home and going to the gym.
If y'all got any job that pays good god damn money to even perform unthinkable stunts like $20/hr to eat goat testicles from shit-stained baby diapers, don't you fking hesitate to hook my ass up. Otherwise, it seems like my only option left is to do strip dancing at a fking gay bar.... Don't let me go down this path....... Please........... Hahahahaha werk it! Have a good one, Peace Out~
I don't know why but every time I go out with friends, I spend alot on food and drinks, maybe a little bit on movies, and some really cheap shit from H&M. I'm still wearing the same jeans I bought last year because that's probably my only long pants left that still fits my growing legs. So technically, my moneh shouldn't be leaking so rapidly... Perhaps because of the new boat shoes........ And the new football cleats......... Hahahaha anyway every time if I spend way past my budget for the day, I'll convince myself that I'm doing the right thing - contributing to the multiplier effect of the economy. Just doing my part as a consumer... Don't hate it cuz you ain't it, know what I'm sayinggg? ;)))
I told myself since the start of Jan that I ain't gon' work at no banquet/waitering crap anymore cuz I'm underpaid for all the shit I need to do like getting my hands all greased up from clearing plates brimming with seafood sauce, chilli crab curry and mahfkers' saliva. I decided that I should try to get a job at a retail outlet that PAYS you well to look good so I thought maybe Abercrombie & Fitch needed douchebags like me hahaha. I shit you not they actually hired my sorry ass HAHAHAHA!
I went for the group interview one day, put up my OGL facade being all extroverted and whacky as hell, talked my way through the questions from the interviewer and pretty much nailed them. Oh yeah, A&F has a backroom kinda thing that stores all their inventory and also an office to sort out all their admin matters, WHICH was surprisingly brightly lit. What a stark contrast as opposed to the store itself. Kinda weird that we had our interview all standing in a circle. I'd say there were like 9 of us (me included) cuz it was a Tuesday and the interview was chillax af. Basically we introduced ourselves and proceeded to the questions. One thing I hypothesized was that it's not really about how fantastic your spoken English is that captures the interviewer's attention but more about the way you portray yourself when you speak and also the content of what you say. I said some really stupid shit but in a very optimistic manner and I think I caught the wave hahaha.
I got the call for the job and headed down for paperwork. The guy told me that the job orientation is filled at the moment and he will call me down around "next week" (this week). JUST MOMENTS AGO, I called them to ask when can I get cracking on some work and I was told that they'll call me earliest at the end of Feb... Well fuck that. Thought I was about to "Hey how's it going!" or "Hey what's up!" but it looks like when they would finally call me down for the job orientation I could actually be at the store within 5 minutes because I'll be somewhere down the street begging for money. It looks like I've got less than a month to work there before I enlist in April so cheers to that, I'm gonna hunt for another job.
At the moment I'm learning how to drive and I have lessons on and off throughout the month so I can't actually commit to a fixed scheduled job that requires me to work 8hrs 6 days a week. Thought that was the key to my problem with only 5hrs work shift and flexible af schedule but nothing goes my way, as usual. Meanwhile, I'm bored the fuck out meditating at home and going to the gym.
If y'all got any job that pays good god damn money to even perform unthinkable stunts like $20/hr to eat goat testicles from shit-stained baby diapers, don't you fking hesitate to hook my ass up. Otherwise, it seems like my only option left is to do strip dancing at a fking gay bar.... Don't let me go down this path....... Please........... Hahahahaha werk it! Have a good one, Peace Out~
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