my job is so artistic.

first you learn to cut shapes with scissors on paper, then you learn to glue into brown envelopes. second you paste 400 stickers for an hour everyday.

art and craft lesson i should say.

and i learn so much about maths everyday.

i learn about the numbers in you identification card, the numbers in your salary and pay-rise percentage and your policy number. and i learn that you lose your ability to count as you grow older, cos people seem to think that 61315 comes after 61316, and that 60055 and 60550 is equal.

ok.. so let me first apologise for the very delayed blogging..
but hey. i gave warning, didn't i?

today's the first friday night after i've started work. how sad that i'm not going out with a date or hanging out with pals. but well, nora roberts worked well for me as my companion.

well if you didn't notice.. let me point out to you that my unkymood has changed (finally..) to BROKE. cos i really am.. and want to know the reason?

well, here goes nothing. but embarrassement for myself. great. okay, i'll start. on this fine thursday morning.. i woke up prepared myself for work, and since i had 5 minutes, i decided to call out nora robert for company. in the end, i wasted ten, and i was late for the bus to meet Jo and her mum.. and also worried about being late for work.. so i hopped onto a taxi to get me to bedok so i did take the train from there to raffles place so i'll neither be late nor broke. but after 10 minutes on the taxi, and i was nearing the station, i couldn't find my purse. left it at home with nora roberts, great.

in short, reads: got on a taxi without money to pay and stuck in the middle of nowhere.

but lucky, jo wasn't on the train yet and the taxi uncle was such a sweet sweet man, who offered to drive me to raffles place knowing that i would have the bucks to pay him, but would pay him afterwards.. ( but then i'd be VERY broke..). then he kindly excepted the alternative which was to get down at tanah merah. have jo pick me up, and he did come by my area (around my house i mean..) to get the 6 bucks. that was a hell lot of money to pay for sitting in the taxi calling my mum and jo up.. with my mum going on and on and on.. and the meter going on and on and on.. nagging me about how i'll be able to get things done in the future with this scatterbrain of mine.. and unknowning she's getting in my way of trying to getting something done and over with. and so. the taxi fare was 6 bucks. and, damn, was the train ticket expensive.. 2.40 to get me there, and 2.40 to get me back.. and my lunch was the 70cents beehoon that i bought with the deposit i got back from the train ticket.

so all in all.. i spent 11 bucks that day.. and since i topped up my card on monday, and my mum's on tuesday.. that means 20 bucks down. and i only had 30 bucks for the week, 10 for emergency and only wanted to spend 20.

so. i'm broke. no bar, no cafe, no nuts. give me a coffeeshop, and an uncle who makes 50 cents coffee.

oh and if you didn't notice the change in the music.. it's brandy singing almost doesn't count.

and i think it's about time i get back into the battlezone. men. please. get in my way. but nothing serious at the moment. cos i don't like i'm ready for that. just fun and good times and company. cos nora roberts is making me itch for some.

enough of a long entry? though i haven't told you about my climbing trip and my holiday with my ENTIRE family, and the christmas chalet and the new year's eve night in... can't be bothered.

oh and siew, borrowing a phrase from you.. if anyone brings me out (and pays for it ) for movie and dinner (or themepark would be nice too..), i'll love you for a week. ok.. a month. both sex allowed.

LOL..

alright. i better get back to nora before i forget where i left her.

money talks...but all mine ever says is good-bye...