Because all (actually not all, but most) of you are such nice people, I shall give all my readers (including those who hate my site but come here everyday anyway) a nice pleasant surprise.
Its even better than caramel ice-cream. Nicer than Paris Hilton's sex video, which I have not downloaded yet, damn. Even better than a shiny new Ferrari. Nicer than rainbows and waterfalls and butterflies and LV bags.
It is porn.
I have found this link, which leads to absolutely delicious sex videos and nude pictures of many celebrities. The site has absolutely no ads and loads in a very short period of time. It is bound to elate you whatever ur interests are in, may it be gay porn, beastiality, necrophilia or child porn.
This are the steps u need to take to reach the site. I guarantee you it will be worth it.
First, you click on the link I provided. It is disguised as a competition for the best Asian Weblogs, but rest assured it is nothing that bo liao. It is just a facade.
And then u will see the link "Xiaxue" on there right? Yup, thats the page to get porn. However, before you click on that link, you must "pretend" to vote for the best Singapore site first. Choose my site (and no one else's or it will take you to websites which shows butchers cutting up pigs, which are actually quite interesting but nothing beats the porn anyway.) and enter your email address and click on "vote".
Funny isn't it, how the disguise to be a voting page is so complete? Not to worry, porn will come soon.
CLICK HERE to get there.
The site will say "Your vote has been counted". It may not look like porn at first, since it seems to be all words.
Let me tell u the secret. It is actually an optical illusion. If u look at the site for 70 mins or so without blinking much and concentrating on the words, you will see all the porn. I personally saw Fann Wong nude (OMG her body is what I imagine Michael Jackson's to look like.), as well as other celebrities such as Jeremy and Jeremy. He is absolutely delicious. It is totally wonderful.
Oh fuck the bullshit.
Just freaking vote for me coz I hate the mattageysius (I dunno how to spell it so I typed randomly) guy (mentioned in the last post my dears) and I wanna win him. I know I already won him, but winning is not enough. I wanna win by a big big margin. That will teach him to be so bloody yaya!
Alright I get 1000 readers a day, so if only a mere 10% of you vote, I will get 100 votes already. If you think you shall be the 90%, well, STOP BEING SO LAZY AND JUST VOTE LA!
Bleah. I can't believe I am into this thing.
When I first started out my blog, I had never intended it to be a thing for the mass public to read. I have never intended for it to be competitive.
I simply wrote what was on my mind. It may be little silly thoughts I have... imaginations, or ideas, or simple ranting about things I am not happy with which I would have to keep quiet about in real life.
And then the site gets more popular. I don't know the reason for this. Some tell me I am entertaining, most claim I am funny. But there are also people who tell me they come to the site just to see how stupid I can get tomorrow. Or how "bimbotic".
Nah... I don't give a shit. This is my blog. Here, I write in a language that is most comfortable to me. And of course my blog is centred around me. I don't see what is wrong with that. I am writing for myself, not for an audience. I stress again. I am writing about MY life for MYSELF to read. Everyone else is welcome to read it if they want. But if you are not interested to read about me, why come here? The main purpose for the existence of my blog is for me to record my life and my thoughts. If you like it and it makes you laugh, good. If not, don't read it.
I write in short form for certain words, because it is faster and easier. Like "tml". I don't use abbreviations for just acting cute. Can someone tell me WHY I should write in a serious, formal language when this site is only meant for me to read? Do I not know that "tml" actually means "tomorrow" when I read it myself?
Someone asked me whether I sensationalise my blog to get more readership.
The answer is NO. No, I would not like to have more readers. Sure, I love to read the comments people have about my opinions. I love it when I get compliments even.
But no, I do not like it that I have less freedom to write what I want. I do not like it when I mention names and the mentioned person gets to read my blog. I do not like to get flamed when I write about sensitive issues. My blog used to be limited to close friends, who will not get offended with my writing coz they know me well enough.
Then do I like the "celeb blogger" feeling? I do not deny that there was a rush of excitement when my blog started to get popular and people come to me on the streets to tell me they love my blog. That was months ago. Now, with all the above-mentioned factors in mind, I am feeling stressed and bound.
Suddenly, someone organises some silly competition about the best weblogs. Read this fellow, my readers.
People who are nominated start to criticize other websites. For example, I read that I am a semi-camwhore, just because I write blatantly about my thoughts and because I put up pictures of myself. Because I don't use big words. Because my grammar is sometimes wrong.
There is a point I would like to make.
Blogs are not meant for an audience.
There is absolutely no need for me to have good grammar. I put up pictures of myself because pictures speak of details that words cannot. The pictures bring back memories of the day's events when the mind's eye cannot.
I even admit I am guilty of narcissism. (Did I spell that correct? Can't be bothered to check the dictionary) Yes, I like to see pictures of myself. I think it would be interesting to see my pictures after a few years and see how I have changed.
Just because I write flippantly and casually here does not mean I am not capable of writing proper English when it matters.
Some of the nominees seem to have forgotten the purpose of a blog. A blog is an online diary. It is not a website with a distinct purpose for a defined target audience. Some of the nominees write in perfect English, their entries are more people-centred rather than self-centred, obviously aiming to be recognised as a "intellectual" site rather than a site which sole purpose is for the author's keeping.
Sure, that would make a good website.
But not a good blog. In my opinion, a good weblog is one which can attract many people to view it despite it remaining in its raw form without any sensationalism. The site should be of blatant opinions and real life accounts. That makes it a blog, not a forum for serious discussions (whose's main participant is the author).
Anne Frank's diary remains the most famous diary ever. You think the little girl wrote in perfect English with bombastic words? You think her diary gives the intellectual simulation other books may? No. But people still read her life stories with relish. And the best thing? She didn't even MEAN for it to be read by an audience when she wrote. That, is success for writers.
The Diary of Adrian Mole are full of stupid thoughts of a young boy wanting to masterbate everyday. Why do people still read the book? Because it is REAL. It is something people can relate to.
I am not saying that people who actually bother to do up their sites to relate to the highly intelligent crowd are wrong of course. If they want to make their blog a public thing for a defined audience, it is their business. If they want to discuss serious events (like politics?), it is of course their choice.
It is just my opinion that a simple and beautiful thing like a personal weblog should not be spoilt with such serious issues. The entries should be light-hearted and with vivid descriptions of the author's life and views, isn't that a blog is supposed to be?
I can write every entry of mine in the manner this entry is written, but why should I? I don't wanna fall asleep when I read it months later.
My usual readers are already falling asleep with this entry, yes? LOL.... (Yes I used an IRC abbrevation, duh.) You guys perfer to go thru' (oops, abbrevation again!) my life with me with all the usual laughter and tears right? (I think only one entry up to date is a truly sad one. Thanks for all the support then, although the stupid comments link got erased.)
If you agree with what I said, do vote for me and prove the assholes wrong.
There you go. I got nominated twice, so vote for the "Xiaxue" instead of the "See the World thru' my Eyes" yeah?
I am also nominated for the Funniest blog.
Thank you darlings. Remember that I love you all. Muacks! And I am not begging here. If you can't be bothered to click on the link, don't.
And thank you, Tingz, for the nomination? =D Its really sweet of you...
-Semi-camwhore? Nah. My boobs aren't big enough.
And if you don't realise that I was joking from most of the statements you quoted, perhaps you are not as smart as you try to portray youself to be. What the fuck is a metastasis anyway? Whats the point of writing that word there when almost no one can understand it?
Just some random stillframes....
Look what a cute bunny apple I cut!! =D I got the idea from Shin-Chan. Recently been watching too much la pi xiao xin. I am beginning to talk like him.
Greetings! Merry X'mas! Yes, I am aware the arms are too thin and the boobs are crooked. Just a silly 5 minute sketch I drew while talking on the phone.
The dragon behind is what my bro drew. Compare what a girl draws and what a boy draws! Ok it seems I am a bit pervertic coz it should have been the boys drawing the bikini babes. I should have drawn flowers? Hearts? Rainbows? Oh, cut the crap. Gimme the bikini babes!
The Cult uniform. I know the Gucci cap looks extra, but pardon me, I had a bad hair day.
If you looking carefully enough at my bro's artwork (he is 10 btw, thus the childish drawings), you will realised there is a "mini" in my family. Thats my maid. Tml, Mini will be flying back to Indonesia!
I am very very traumatized. I have had maids for 10 freaking years (since my bro was born) till now, and I have no idea how I am going to survive without one. I have to clean my room! Cook my own food! Iron my clothes!
I am so horrified. I know I should stop being a fucking spoilt kid. But... It is just so hard...
Bad news for readers though. Might need to spend more time tidying stuff up, so might have less time to blog.
One thing good. I have my own room finally!! Yaay!
Thats it. I had enough of models. The next time I heard someone vaguely mention something about model-fucking-ling, I will slap the person across the face with a large trout, ala IRC style. In which case I would have to bring a large trout with me everywhere I go, and it will be heavy and I will stink, but it will be worth it.
When I went for the job audition for the Cult thingy, there was this girl who came into the room. She is one brain cell more to becoming a retard. The next time she smokes or take some drugs (no doubt.), the one last brain cell which is preventing her from becoming a true blue idiot will get fried and there, you get yet ANOTHER idiot model. Congratulations! And celebrations! The world needs more idiot models!
Here's what she said.
Interviewer: "Hi, your name?"
"PurpleBalls."
"So PurpleBalls, you know what our product is about right? You are to encourage people to try our new drink... There will be a night and day shift, the night for clubs and the day for 7/11 and shell stations."
"Ah huh."
"So PurpleBalls, do you have any past experience for promoting?"
"Oh, I'm with Mark Chow (a modelling agency in case you don't know)"
"Uh... But do you have any past promoting experience?"
"Oh! No."
"Okie... We are looking for people who can work both the night and day shift lor.. Are u ok with the day shift?"
"Huh? Ah... (think for 3 seconds)... I would prefer night la..."
"Yeah but are u ok with day as well?"
"I prefer night lor..."
*****
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Someone kill me. Firstly, nobody asked her if she is a freaking model. Why the hell must she announce it? Is it something to be proud of? Please, ANY FREAKING PERSON CAN BE A MODEL. I mean it. The agencies take shit people in. It is NOTHING to be proud of at all!
And why is she so dumb! Urgh!
But thats not all.
There was this second girl, when asked what she is doing currently, she said she is a part-time model. I don't know about how the others feel, but immediately I took a look at her and went, "YOU? A MODEL? No wonder you need to come to this job interview. Ain't getting chosen during auditions huh? Oh, isn't $7 an hour too miserly for poor little itsy bitsy model here? Oh you poor thing... Lucky Cult, they got a MODEL for a promoter! What a deal!"
She isn't even slightly CLOSE to being pretty. I mean, true, she is really a part-time model currently (which really means she is just plain jobless) but I really see no point in letting people sneer at u this way. Maybe, if there were men in the room they would go like, "Wow, model leh!".
But no. The whole room was filled with girls and no one gives a shit whether she is a model or not. All we know is that she is damn hao lian. Whats the point?
This is the worst incident: There was this girl who worked at banquet at New Park with me. I don't give a shit about whether she might read my blog. Her name is Seraphina.
So anyway, a little background info about Miss Sera. She is an old staff of New Park, which is why my manager knows her and asked her to come back to work. She is also tall, and is a MODEL. She is not very pretty though, but I would say she is pleasant looking.
I noticed Seraphina eating with my manager and sat down with them. My manager told me that she is an old staff but it has been years since she came back to work, and thus she doesn't know anyone yet. My manager also stressed (with a very proud tone indeed), that Seraphina is a freaking model.
I thought in my heart: "Why does she have to tell the whole world she is a model? Gross."
But being the kind and benevolent person I am, I tried to be friendly to her as I know how it feels like to be new. The New Park staff all knew each other for a long time already and thus she might feel a little left out.
Me: "Wow, I like your hair colour! Ash brown! Where did u dye it?"
TheFreakingModel: "Oh. Hair show."
Me: "Yeah but where??"
TheFreakingModel: "Hair show lor."
Me: "Yeah la hair show but also got place right?"
TheFreakingModel: "The place? Hair show lor."
Someone, raising voice: "Yeah la but the salon no name meh?"
FreakingModel: "Oh, some jap brand, I don't know."
*
Throughout my conversation, she gave such dull and unwilling answers, as if she can't be bothered to talk to me. Fine. Maybe she is just a bit shy, I thought.
Boy am I wrong! After I shut my gap, the guys started to talk to her. Suddenly, you can see the glow come back to her face. The eyelashes are batting. The cute blush on the cheeks. The energized answers.
KNN!!! I was so pissed, that I almost wanted to stuff the brinjal I was eating into her flat nose, except for one thing: I wasn't having brinjals. I was forgot what I ate, but whatever it is, I want to slap her with it.
She thinks she is a fucking model, so she can only talk to guys huh? And the banquet guys aren't even CUTE! So, why can't she speak to me? Coz I ain't a freaking model like her?
*Snot*
AS IF I wanna talk to her in the first place. I was just trying to be kind.
Remarkably, at the end of 6 working hours, ALL the girls in New Park hated her guts. She plain refuses to speak to girls. And also, she has the arrogence of standing at the kitchen waiting for food before the VIP server (yours truly) took the food. You see, in banqueting, the bridal table has to get the food first. By coming into the kitchen before the VIP server, you are telling everyone that u are freaking efficient and the VIP server is wasting your time coz she is so damn slow.
Hello?! I don't mind if she does that if she is really so damn fast (coz the other staff has to serve two tables so if she is faster than me she is double my speed). But she is not. According to my colleague, her tables are not even finished with the last dish and she went in to collect the next. This means only one thing: she is trying to impress my manager.
And she succeeded. I heard that the next time she worked, my manager let her be the second VIP server (I was busy so I did not work). Guess what? The guests COMPLAINED very angrily to my manager that her model hair was all over the place. True enough. She plain refused to tie up her hair during work.
Is this ridiculous or what?! A waitress refusing to tie up her hair? (My manager told her to tidy it and she came back with exactly the same hairstyle) She has this two cockroach tails covering the side of the face, which no doubt will drop into the sharks' fin soup when she is serving it. Oh boy I am sorry to tell you this, Seraphina, but I do not think they would think that ash brown dye would taste like vinegar complimenting the soup, darling. Oh what? You say you are a model? Yeah well, but guess what?
NO ONE GIVES A SHIT.
Tell me, Seraphina, if you are so bloody successful as a freaking model, why are u working for lousy crumpled New Park Hotel for the hard-earned cash of $5 per hour? Isn't it a little too hard on your fragile model body? What if you break your model nails? Oh god, what if your modelling agent SAW you do this kinda crude and mandane tasks! *tsk tsk* Don't you earn much more (and easily as well) doing hairshows, catwalks and photoshoots? Why wait upon grumpy old guests who don't appreciate those lovely locks all over their soup?
I hate these people. The real models (those who are in Elite or Mannequin for example) don't go around telling the world they are models. People KNOW, coz they are famous. Those who hao lian are from sucky agencies like Jeffery Chung or Linsey or Quest.
All you need to do is to look human to get into these agencies, perferably with a pair of boobs. Actually its ok if u don't look human. You just need the boobs. You can walk around with 3 eyes and a snout and you can still be a model, as long as you have the boobs. And then u get sucky jobs like selling bubble tea wearing bikinis. Or sleazy car shows being race queens.
*snot*
I really cannot stand them.
Today, June and I went for an audition for some nonsense hairshow. Pay is a hundred, not bad. In the toilet where I met June was this group of chao ah lians.
They were speaking very loudly, and poor June was standing in between of them, so they were shouting across her face. The toilet is small.
"Kan ni na. Wo heng zhao ju xiang GAN ta liao leh. Chao Cheebye...." The rest are too explicit, and repeated anyway. In short, they were thinking of beating up this guy who likes "lok kuays" (slutty prostitutes).
June and I exchanged raised eyebrows and went upstairs for the audition. They were there too. Turns out they are from some modelling agency.
There. You have it. Models. Models= chao ah lians. Baby blue eyeshadow around the whole eye. Mascara like cockroach legs. Skinny body with weird posture (apparently case of bad genes here). Blusher like wayang. This kinda standards can be models.
"Excuse me, are you a model?"
"Yeah, how did you tell?"
"Coz you look too dumb to be anything else."
*****
Anyway, I have thought about it already. Remember the post about talent scouts who always approach June to ask her to be a freaking model when I am talking to June and thus making me forget what I was saying?
I have thought of what I would do to them already. Instead of lynching them and slapping every multiple of five such scouts across the face, I would do this:
Me: "Usual yadda yadda"
June: "Grunt grunt. Grunt."
Me: "Yadda yayayayayayayyaddadaadadddadada! Yadda! Yadda yaddda!"
June: "grunt." *nods*
Me: "Yaada! ya yayadda! yaddad-"
*interrupted*
Scout: "Hi Miss you are very beautiful!"
Me: "Thank you."
Scout: "Uh I was speaking to her."
Me: "Why not me?"
Scout: "Sorry.. But I think she is more suitable."
Me: "Ok then, speak to her."
Scout: "Sorry ah Miss. So Miss (addressing June), would u like to join our agency called ShittyShitShit Models? We have a large modelling base of 1,2847 models to date as we recruit even chimpanzees. We are actually trying to cheat your money, but we guarantee you lots of jobs"
June: "Ah-"
Me: "I am sorry, but she can't."
Scout: "Why? And it is none of your business."
Me: "HAHA! IDIOT! Don't you recognise her?! She is the supermodel June Longlegs! She is on this month's Cleo, and on her way to cutting her 3rd album in HK."
Scout: "So?"
Me: "I am her manager, and she is not interested to join your shitty company as she is already with Elite Models, my dear."
Scout: "Well mdm (addressing June), you can still join our company for more job opportunities."
Me: "Why the fuck would she wanna join your company when she is already with Elite?!"
Scout: "Well, can always have more chances mah."
Me, shouting so that everyone can hear me: "I ALREADY SAID I AM NOT INTERESTED TO JOIN YOUR COMPANY AS A FREAKING MODEL, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO FORCE ME??!!"
Scout: "I didn't!"
Me: "I SAID QUIT IT ALREADY!"
Scout, shouting too: "I DIDN'T SAY I WANT YOU TO JOIN!"
Me: "OH, USING THIS TRICK NOW AREN'T YOU! EVERYONE DON'T GET TRICKED BY HER! MONEY CHEATER! I AM NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR MAGIC STONE THAT CAN CURE CANCER AS WELL!"
-Everyone gasps.-
Scout: "I didn't! I didn't sell u a stone!"
Me: "BIG FAT CHEATER! COME, LETS GO, JUNE!"
Scout: "..."
****
-Good. Less models, less annoyance.-
I knew it! I already said one black and one white would win! But oh! Chantille is so fucking pretty... But I like Travis too!!! Haiz... Nvm... I'm quite happy with the results.
For those who don't know what I am talking about.. Its ARE YOU HOT, the search for America's Hottest People!
I am very irritated yesterday I blogged out an entry and then I kicked the CPU's wires and then the entry got erased.
So, I patiently blogged it out again.... I felt very delighted as I feel that the second entry was even better than the first. I even put in the links for the pictures. =)
With satisfaction I put my legs on the end of the table and FUCKING HELL I KICKED THE CPU'S WIRES AGAIN AND THE FUCKED UP BLOG ENTRY GOT ERASED KNN ITS THE SECOND TIME WHY AM I SO STUPID....
*puff puff puff* *cool down...*
My point is that this is my third time writing this so as usual I would say that I would cut it short but it would turn out longer than it once was anyway.
I would like to say that I do not know how Singapore Polytechnic functions. For people who are unfamiliar, Poly students get their modules grades usually by having a mixture of tests, participation marks, projects, and most importantly, exams. Now, once I took Media Law right, and I got a 80 for my first test, 83 for the second, and good participation marks. This means the chances are pretty high that I can get a distinction for the module if I did well enough for my exam.
When I finished my exam, I was quite satisfied with it, and I thought I could get at least an 80 from it. However, when the results came out, I did not even get an A! I GOT A FREAKING B!
I'm so damn pissed. It happened for the other modules as well! Stuff I thought would turn out to be worth a B would turn out... D! Its ridiculous! It is flabbergasting! It is nausaeating!
I demanded to see my exam scripts but my lecturer would not agree to it. She said it is a secret. Damn right it is a secret! I think it is what goes on in the marking hall....
*****
Lecturer: Hey, let me read an exam script for once! Oh the stupid students! Study so hard, yet they don't know that we don't read their exam scripts at all! THE MARKS ARE ALL GENERATED FROM THIS STUPID MACHINE!!! AND ITS COMPLETELY RANDOM!
Machine operator guy: I would like to have a Quarter Pounder burger now... I am so hungry...
Lecturer: Hmmm... This Wendy Cheng person actually writes quite well! I think she actually deserves an A... What did the machine give her?
Machine operator guy: Where is the nearest Macdonalds?
Lecturer: *flips to back of script* OH! The silly machine gave her a D! LOL the poor dear... Too bad, this is life...
Machine operator guy: No pickles. I don't understand why they have to put the horrid pickles in. I shall ask for no pickles.
Lecturer: ARE U LISTENING TO ME OR NOT?
Machine operator guy: Anything I could get for you?
Lecturer: *shake the machine guy's shoulders* DO YOU WANNA HAVE SEX WITH ME OR NOT?
Machine operator guy: How much??!
*****
In conclusion, when a SP student gets lousy grades, it simply means he or she has bad luck. The As are not easy to come by you know?
I know... You think that I am bullshitting to cover my lousy results. I AM NOT!
To prove it, here are this semester's grades:
See the module circled in red?? SEE THE FREAKING MODULE!
Read it after me. WRITING...... FOR... THE... FUCKING WEB!
I GOT A "D" FOR WRITING FOR THE WEB!
Tell me, people... DO YOU COME TO THIS WEBSITE FOR SUCKY WRITING?? "D" GRADE WRITING?? KNN! Its not my worth at all! Half a year for a site to get traffic of 700 clicks a day for non-porn material is decent enough for any 19 year old!
Can you imagine? In future when I apply for a job with this Diploma (*ahem, contrary to popular belief I will not remain a Tiger Girl for life), my employer will think, "This lady sure can't write for the web!"
Well, thats totally BULLSHIT.
Enough of angry events. Lets move on to disgusting events.
Heres to all UGLY people:
PLEASE STOP HAVING LOVE BITES.
I don't know about you people, but I personally have a very vivid imagination.
For example, today, I was at Sentosa giving out Cult samples to people to drink. Presently this ugly couple came along. Don't get me wrong. It is ok to be ugly. It can't be helped anyway.
So anyway, the ugly couple took a sample from me. My smile died immediately. On both of their necks were love bites the size of frisbees and the colour of undiluted Ribena.
Immediately, they lost whenever dignity they had with them initially. In my mind's eye, their clothes suddenly flew off, and replaced was an image of them naked, hiding in the bushes and screwing each other vigorously, in a very baboon-like fashion. The guy begin to lick the girl's boobs with pervertic eyes....
OH NO!! STOP IT! STOP THE IMAGE!! IT IS TOO HIDEOUS FOR WORDS!!! UGGGGRHHHHH!!
Please, ugly couples. I beg of you, please don't do this to us. The jocks in school were wrong for laughing at your polka dot clothes years ago. Yes, the cheerleaders are sluts for sniggering at your shoes. I will curse them to eternal hell. But please... NO LOVE BITES!!!
*****
On a happier note...
Guess what my aunt bought for my mum! And guess what I managed to steal from my mum, which was a present from my aunt!
SO CUTE!!
Does Jeremy love me, Herpes? (I have decided to call it Herpes)
*nod nod*
Are my boobs big, Herpes?
*nod nod*
Are u telling the absolute truth, Herpes?
*nod nod*
Good girl!
Recently I am laden with TOO MANY part-time jobs! Its very irritating coz being the greedy girl I am, I wanna work for ALL of them coz frankly speaking, the pay for all are quite good.... Except banqueting.
1) Cult.
This is a new drink from Germany. The young boss took it over to Singapore to sell, and its selling quite well! There are promoters for the drink in 7/11 stores and Shell stations. The drink tastes ABSOLUTELY like Red Bull, except that it is all natural and it contains Ginseng and Guarana berries...
The Cult girls are supposed to wear this black Cult tank top, a stupid red cowboy hat, jeans with covered shoes or boots, a stupid lanyard, and an arm band.
The pay may be a measly $7 per hour, but the boss is rich (I take that back. FREAKING RICH.) and he says that at the end of the promotion he would bring all the girls (with his wife too, excuse me.) to Bintan to have a holiday. Cool huh? This kinda generous behaviour is so unlike Singaporean bosses. Also, the best salesperson would get a new hp as a gift or something! Thats so sweet! Just when I lost mine!
2) Samsung.
I'm attending the training tml, so yippee! New Samsung phones, here I come! Jeremy may have looked down on my fat Mitsubishi phone, but now I will show him! I will rotate my phone's screen in his face! Lalala!
This is $8 per hour but as an incentive, I might see Jeremy. Or even better, have a new phone! Lalala!
3) Newsroom.
June and I got jobs there as being barmaids, but we might not get to actually start work coz we are so busy with the other jobs anyway. This is good bucks, for a few hours of work, we get $100...
4) Banquet.
New Park Hotel needs me...
5) Corona promoter.
A friend of mine asked me to work on Fri and Sat as a Corona promoter at a 7/11... No sleazy clothes, its a polo tee or something? $12 per hour. Not bad!
6) Tiger beer.
Though not very often, I get Tiger jobs as well... This Sat I am supposed to work. But the Corona thingy is on Sat as well? Urgh!! I can't work the Corona thing then!
I am so confused. Why do things always have to come at the same time?
Yes, I know this blog entry is absolutely boring.
And don't ask me to intro the jobs.
1) I don't wanna see any blog readers when I am working.
2) It is too troublesome.
3) All the jobs are not available anyway coz the auditions and interviews and trainings are all over. Only banquet is available though.
I shall go sleep now darlings! It is such good weather!
