Be prepared. You never know when Murphy's got his grasp on you.
Right. From now on, I know: If I can't smell my conditioner after a bath, I didn't use enough.
Ow, my scalp hurts.
By the way, I didn't make it into the hiphop thing. Must have been something to do with what I said during the interview, namely, "My priorities will first and foremost lie with (insert name of drama group here)."
Oh well. No biggy.
Wanna know what's biggy? That dirty old man. I think I need to a recruit a "boyfriend" for 10 bucks an appearance. A bodyguard, actually.
I had a TERRIBLE day yesterday. I woke up to see that the time displayed on my clock was indicative that my morning class had already started, rushed on jeans and a jacket top, and got to class halfway through the lesson, meaning I had to figure a lot of stuff out on my own. Because of that, I overstayed by two hours (this particular class required us to do and deliver our assignments before leaving class. Poor professor didn't have time to take lunch before his next class because of it), though I had some company due to the complexity of the assignment.
After this ordeal, I realised that: 1) I was appropriately dressed for any place, restaurant, hawker centre, etc... except for work; and 2) I had no time to travel home, change and travel to work. So what else could I do? The only part Murphy's Law let up on was that there was a miniature mall at the mrt station, so I wasted 27 buckeroos (*sniff*) on a top, got a matching hairtie just in case, changed and got to work.
Sheesh.
Just played with some speech recognition thing that just popped up on my screen. My computer has a built in microphone!! Nyuknyuk.
Ow, my scalp hurts.
By the way, I didn't make it into the hiphop thing. Must have been something to do with what I said during the interview, namely, "My priorities will first and foremost lie with (insert name of drama group here)."
Oh well. No biggy.
Wanna know what's biggy? That dirty old man. I think I need to a recruit a "boyfriend" for 10 bucks an appearance. A bodyguard, actually.
I had a TERRIBLE day yesterday. I woke up to see that the time displayed on my clock was indicative that my morning class had already started, rushed on jeans and a jacket top, and got to class halfway through the lesson, meaning I had to figure a lot of stuff out on my own. Because of that, I overstayed by two hours (this particular class required us to do and deliver our assignments before leaving class. Poor professor didn't have time to take lunch before his next class because of it), though I had some company due to the complexity of the assignment.
After this ordeal, I realised that: 1) I was appropriately dressed for any place, restaurant, hawker centre, etc... except for work; and 2) I had no time to travel home, change and travel to work. So what else could I do? The only part Murphy's Law let up on was that there was a miniature mall at the mrt station, so I wasted 27 buckeroos (*sniff*) on a top, got a matching hairtie just in case, changed and got to work.
Sheesh.
Just played with some speech recognition thing that just popped up on my screen. My computer has a built in microphone!! Nyuknyuk.
posted by 2P | 11:53 PM
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