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Wednesday, June 2, 2010 @ 8:30 AM
[ 9 months ] I could've given birth to a baby in all this time that I haven't blogged. In these 9 months I've
HOWEVER. I've wanted to do MR ever since I was in uni - I just thought that you need super excellent grades in order to work in an MR firm. Iska actually told me to try it out because he recently joined, and he prepped me that it was gonna be hella hard work... which Im totally prepared to do anyway. I've had a cushy job for a year, and I NEED to start working hard and challenging myself. I'm so excited because MR is actually cerebrally (is there such a word? Oh, the irony) challenging job. It's mentally-provoking and that's what I love about it. Fuck you, Marketing. Fuck you, Advertising. Fuck you, all the world's jobs that think you actually use your brain but really don't. I guess I'm just being smug. I haven't started the job yet so I suppose Iska and the Senior Researcher I'm attached to (her name is Elaine) can tell me what life in MR will be like but beyond the fact that I know it ain't gonna be easy, I have no idea what it'll truly be like until I start the job. Like, actually DOING the job, I mean. One small thing that I am sorta dreading but which I feel I need to take the plunge is CORPORATE WEAR omg corporate wear like pants and proper shoes and no more casual comfortable clothing GOODBYE COMFORT AND JOY hello nasty heels everyday and stiff shirts sighhhhhhhhh. All part of growing up, I suppose. When I went for the interview and to sign my appointment letter, the girls there pretty much seemed to wear pants and shirts. Or at least pants. I saw ONE girl with a dress. Iska himself told me that the ladies there seem to favour pants. (He, himself, wears proper pants and cufflinks. But that's just boys- they don't have a choice. It's not like they have an alternative to pants and shirts.) I suppose I'll see when I get there. There SHOULD be wiggle room for dresses at least. My only issue is close-toed shoes. Gawd. I can NEVER EVER EVER EVER find a pair that fits, or that doesn't cut devil blisters into my archilles tendon. It's all very pretty, I can assure you. Okay. Time for work. I have exactly 11 days to serve at House, I'll get 14 days break, and then I'll start work at Acorn. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, September 7, 2009 @ 10:31 PM
[ Some bike riding ] I toy with the idea of learning to ride a bike, only so that I don't waste about 2 and a 1/2 hours just travelling to and from work. TWO AND A HALF BLOODY HOURS FROM MONDAY TO FRIDAY, MAN. That's like 50 hours in one month. I waste more than 2 days each month on fucking travelling time. FUCK. And seriously.. taking a bus then a train and all that walking in between in just so draining. You don't realise how draining it is until you get fetched to work and you wonder why you're so much more refreshed. That's because 1) you don't have to wake up earlier 2) you're sitting there for all of 30mins or less while making your way to work in a car 3) you aren't expanding additional energy walking around and then queuing up and standing because you don't get a seat on the bus AND the train and moshing and squeezing with people. You're essentially walking or standing around for least more than an hour each day. POINTLESSLY walking or standing around, I might add, because you aren't really standing there because you want to or because you have a major objective to achieve. You're just standing there because there isn't a seat and you need to get to work. I imagine that if I had a bike it'd be cheap transport, and I can rush to work if I want, and I would do SO much less pointless walking in a day. I would also probably die because even if I weren't a reckless rider, there'd always be reckless car or truck or lorry drivers who could just accidentally smack you down on a bad day, or simply because they didn't see you. Ugh. Depressing. Bikes - cheap and deadly, and not even by your own hand.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009 @ 11:49 PM
[ How The Mighty Fall ] Stop being so fucking unprofessional and tactless. It's very unbecoming, especially for a man of your 'supposed calibre'. Earn it, not 'just because'. Ugh. Note to self - Purchase book 'How The Mighty Fall: And Why Some Companies never Give In' by Jim Collins. (I didn't get a chance to finish the book as it belongs to Sean and he's flying off.) 29 pages in and it's an interesting, insightful read. And those are just some of the good reasons I should buy it, borrow it, or steal it, and then finish the book, all the while giggling madly to myself.
@ 11:34 PM
[ I don't wanna dislike you man ] Please don't make me hate you. I want to like you, I really do, but you're making it a weeeeee bitttt eensy weensy eeny meeny miney mo difficult. Please stop power tripping kthxbai2u.
@ 11:30 PM
[ Hey Jesus Jesus Hey ] When I think about it, I really just get bloody damn fucking annoyed. I won't say 'pissed', because that would denote that I give too much of a damn about it, and the fact is, I shouldn't. God. Seriously. Some fucking people should just grow up, or have their momma give them some EQ, or take a fucking training seminar, or something. Jesus fucking christ.
Saturday, August 15, 2009 @ 10:54 AM
[ Boardgame Night ] Boardgame Night with Jon, Cheeyang and Salman last night. Wicked fun! We pretty much spazzed out. I swore alot, but it was a fun kind of swearing, not like a I Hate Your Mom and You Too kind of swearing. Also, I had too much to drink towards the end and couldn't play no more but just sit there in my beer-induced haze and laugh like a complete spaz at the guys and the sheer retardedness of it all. "Make your big toes talk to each other about potato chips." p.s. Play Flapdoodle again! There's too much distrust and unworthiness in the world these days, and it's always a good thing to meet new people and know that they're nice, or cool to hang out with, and everything's fine and dandy and peachy.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009 @ 2:54 PM
[ Note to self ] For the sake of posterity and future cussing opportunities, do keep this in mind: "asshole" and "cockweasel" and "fuckcamel" and "cuntwaffle" and "shitglutton" and "porksword" and "wangbasket" and "shitwhistle" and "thundercunt" and "fartminge" and "shitflannel" and "knobgoblin" and "boring."Yes, after everything is said and done, please remember to call the fucker 'boring'. A climax has to end SOMEwhere, after all. (Most guys would nod emphatically and agree vehemently to this statement.)
Monday, August 10, 2009 @ 10:39 PM
[ Wait kthxbai ] I don't mind waiting sometimes. I just don't like waiting all the time.
Sunday, August 9, 2009 @ 11:06 PM
[ Put that record on ] I would so totally be an awesome DJ! Mainly because: 1) I'm so jolly, entertaining, witty and I have a SPARKLINGGGGGG personality 2)I'm so damn good at talking to the air as if I'm addressing someone in an engaging, stimulating conversation I could just talk to myself (or an imaginary you) for hours and hours! Exhaustive, but infinitely possible, my (imaginary or not) friend.
@ 12:30 AM
[ The last time I ever said anything ] The last time I wrote was on June 27th? Damn, that's almost two months ago. I suppose if I started writing (and I very nearly said 'wroting' instead of 'writing' - time does things to a person) about everything that I've been up to the past two months I would be forced to cause my weak, ailing, contemptible memory to break down and fall into the void for all eternity. So let's not go there. Trying to remember TOO hard, that is. So all I can say in as general terms as possible is that Sean returned in one piece, there was a piece of turquoise, there were countless dvds, many stayovers, a fuckload of movies, a little twigman keychain, the meeting of new party people, the cancellation of my WoW subscription (ends 25th August), my current job and its convolutions and ramifications, the great enjoyment I have gotten from spending the money earned from my job, thoughts of wanting to go overseas (somewhere, anywhere) with (somebody, nobody) just for a change in scenery, and being in a constant state (and process, I suppose) of self-realization. At times, when people question who I am, or my principles, and I start thinking about it... I'm just like, "This is it. This is really me." There is no other way to say it. Sure, I believe that in time, with more experience(s) and varying environments, I might change. But my foundation? It's pretty much set. I'm broken in like a housedog who's learned to take a shit on the lawn and only on the lawn. Woof. Now that I think about it again, A LOT of things have happened. But now that those incidents have faded away into obscurity (which is why I didn't remember them til now), and so have the people, and it all isn't even a blip on the radar anymore. Tiresome, detestable people will always come into our lives, and it's up to ourselves to ensure that they either stay out of our lives or depart in good haste. I will not tolerate such utter rubbish in my life, honestly. If you aren't deserving of my attention (and I mean this in no egotistical way whatsoever), I really won't bother with you. All this I refer to as only the people close to me, because I can help who I am close to, even if I can't always help who the auxillary folks in my life are. At the end of the day, you are who you associate yourself with. Like calls to like, after all. And I read somewhere that you're the average of the 5 people you hang out the most with. If that's true, I feel incredibly proud indeed. Thinking about the people I am close to and the people I care alot about really makes me glad that I have these people in my life. And as trivial and as flippantly simple it all sounds, I completely mean it. If someone seems too good to be true, don't dismiss it - they really just might turn out to be that fucking awesome. Give everyone a chance... and if they fail that chance, they can just jolly well fuck off because they just aren't worth your time.
@ 12:28 AM
[ Neil Gaiman talks about love ] “Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”True. But it certainly doesn't encourage me from finding love and trying to stay in it ♥
Saturday, June 27, 2009 @ 5:21 PM
[ Love and its losses ] "You can stay up all night and still not count all the ways to lose the people you love." True love is felonious:
Friday, June 19, 2009 @ 11:30 AM
[ Was that a THREAT, Ma'am? ] Guard to woman, as metal detector beeps at her: Please step over here, ma'am. ♥ HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA FUCKING FUNNY SHIT! ♥
Friday, June 5, 2009 @ 8:06 PM
[ Excuses, excuses ] Don't you HATE it when people say they don't wanna do something with you, then give the excuse that it's for your own good when in reality they just don't want to go? 1. "Let's go to XX mall!" 2. "Uhhh.. mmmm.. hmmm.." 1. "What?" 2. "I don't know, this mall's parking is bad on weekends." 1. "Can find parking one what." 2. "What do you want to do at XX mall?" (thereby giving you a glimmer of hope that you guys will be going after all) 1. "Eat chinese food, catch a movie, whatever la." 2. "Ahh.. hmmm.. mmm.." 1. - silence - 2. "Think better don't go la. We go another day. Anyway you sick so we go also you cannot enjoy your food. Also, H1N1 virus ah.. if we go watch movie.." 1. - silence - (because there's no point even bothering to put up an argument with such a silly excuse. You'd essentially be forcing the person to go, so why even fucking bother?) This happens more often than I'd like. In this case, it was my mom.
Thursday, June 4, 2009 @ 9:02 PM
[ Hello again ] It's been a while, hasn't it. Blame twitter and its readily available service of updating my life (within the boundaries of 160 characters, of course) pretty much anytime. 160 characters lets you say alot, most of the time, unless you're all introspective and shit. I'm ill. Been ill for awhile now. Sore throats, which have graduated to sniffles, and then worked its way up to headaches and bodyaches, followed by the joy of some fevers and finally, fucking laryngitis. I always get fucking laryngitis. I mean, jeez, seriously. I was at Borders earlier looking to buy a book by Amy Tan (ANY book by Amy Tan) but it cost like, $30? I'm like, reading leisure doesn't come cheap huh, not even with the advent of the fucking interwebz. So I wa sstanding there, knowing I wasn't gonna buy the book, and I felt the floor shaking. I'm like, shit is it the floor or is it ME? And I moved to the left and I still felt the shaking and I honestly could not tell if it was my feet trembling or the floor shaking. I started making my way to the train station. I still don't know if it was the floor or me. I don't want to take an MC because 1) I'm still on probation and regardless of the fact that I am genuinely ill, I don't like to be seen as weak/slacking off. And actually that's really the main reason. The secondary minor reason is that I don't get compensated as I'm still on probation, but I really don't give a shit about that as much as the first reason. I just finished my first month of work and I take an MC?! How fucking weak is that?! Ugh. It disgusts me. I refuse to do it. And besides, I'm not toppling over or fainting yet, or even remotely close to dying. People take MCs too often now. It's a luxury, isn't it? As long as you're a paying customer I'll give you an MC, the doctor said. Chung kindly allowed me to leave 30mins earlier in order for me to visit my family doctor. He's great. Cool guy. Cool beans. I think I'm lucky to have a boss who's understanding and cool, yet is still professional. I would like to be cuddled. It's nice coming home to a bed you can call your own and in which you can roll around in like you're a fucking hippie in a field of weed in the 1960's (or something) but truth is it's nice to be cuddled and kissed and loved... and I don't get any of that during the week because our hours are just impossible. It makes me a little bit sad but hey girl, suck it up, this is life, keep on walking like fucking Johnny.
Sunday, May 17, 2009 @ 5:59 PM
[ Scum ] Smme people are really just dead pathetic. They should really look in the mirror before even judging others. but it won't matter because in the mirror, all they'll see is their massive ego - how good they look, how much money they're making, how 'successful' they are, how everyone wants them. When it really is all completely false, it's just that their massive ego prevents them from seeing the truth. Sad? Yes. Utterly pathetic? Yes. Disgusting? Yes. Fuckbag? Yes. Completely untrustworthy? Yes. Not worth anyone's time? Yes. Real slimebag? Yes. Most of all - the most fucking ungrateful person I have ever known? A resolute YES. That's why I'm no longer friends with them. And really, 'them' is just one person. He thinks he's bigger than everyone else. Right now, he's the most pathetic excuse for a human being that I currently know. Everyone else that I have ever disliked, pitied, been annoyed with... all of them are angels compared to him. And this guy doesn't even know HALF the truth of what's happening. He just thinks he's in the right. And such an ingrate! How can anyone like this even think he's half the god he reckons he is? Fucking scum, that's what he is. I might be tempted to spit him on him in the face if I ever see him again.
Monday, May 4, 2009 @ 10:18 PM
[ 11 hours from now... ] ... I will be sitting in an office at Shaw, doing work things and being all busy. Lol. And 3 days later, I'll still be sitting in an office, just that it'll be at Dempsey. Kum was so sweet she said that if I decided to pack my lunch to work, she'd buy me a Hello Kitty lunchbox hahaha. I'm a bit nervous, only because I don't know what the job will be like exactly, and I don't want to go there and be completely failzors at it. But! I have no doubt I'll pick things up relatively quickly (so confident of my smarts, eh?) so onwards we go! Also, Chung (Assistant Managing Director) said that the dress code for work is 'smart-casual-quirky' (only because I asked him what the dress code for work was lol), so I'm hoping this means that I won't have to dress like an office drone for the next year or so. To be honest, I saw the staff there dressed either in stylish clothes or in relatively slack clothes.. nobody was in strict shirt-pants-skirt-blazer-tie. Except Chung la. Haha. This is my 'last chance freedom' before work begins. I only call it that because after this, I'll officially be in the workforce, and even though I'll have my weekends, it won't be the same as knowing that you won't have work the next day, week or month. I do hope most of my weekends will be kept free of work. Gonna be watching Spirited Away now. Thanks to Larry's assistance I'll get to watch it online! And I'm gonna watch it, get emo, then fall asleep. Or fall asleep while watching it, then wake up and be emo. Potayto, potahto. HELLO, WORLD! I AM AN ADULT NOW! AT 24! WORKING TOMORROW LEH! SO KEWLZ!
@ 8:28 AM
[ 20 years from now ] I am slightly terrified that 20 years from now I'm gonna be waking up in cold sweat in my bed, asking myself, "What the FUCK am I doing with my life and how did I end up here??!!!" and then proceed to swallow 50 sleeping pills without choking on them first. Try not to regret TOO much in life later, Maddie. 'Take it as it comes?' 'Accept life as it is?' Fuck that. Always (at least try and) fight for what you want,
Thursday, April 30, 2009 @ 10:07 AM
[ Herve Leger ] Everyone loves couture. Because it's so haute (hot.. geddit??). I just merrily lol'ed to myself. Okay, couture aside, most people like fashion, at least to a certain extent, even if you AREN'T a brand whore. And now, I must declare that: I FUCKING LOVE HERVE LEGER OMG I WOULD DIE! DIE! DIE!!! TO OWN THOSE DRESSES. THOSE DRESSES FUCKING KILL ME!!!! KILLLLL ME!!!!! They're so fucking fantastic and amazing and and and and and I love them. LOVE THEM!!!! I would lose a ton of wight to wear them. (But that's not really saying much because, then again, I'd like to lose weight to wear nicer clothes in general) Now I'd like to think I'm no longer as materialistic as I once was because being broke has forced me to be a recessionista for the past year or so, and being frugal is really the icing on the fucking cake. But damnit you guys, I really do fucking love EVERYTHING the brand puts out! Hell, they could smear piss on a dress and I'd still fucking wear it! I OFFICIALLY HEART HERVE LEGER FOR LIFE. Or at least until I get bored. It'll take awhile.
@ 9:04 AM
[ Goodbye Sean ] So. Sean is leaving. I'm definitely some kinda sad. Partly because he'll be gone again, but really mostly because I know the nature of his trip isn't a regular undertaking of any sort. Not regular at all, mister. But it need to be done and so it will be done and it is going to be done. Commendable: to me, and to people who really know (but that's only a rare few). He'll be back in 3 months. Looking forward to that return already for future binks. I should go back to sleep, I've only had 3 or 4 hours of sleep. I don't feel that fucked up though, even though I am motherfucking full and I don't intend to eat anything the rest if the day unless I wanna either a) puke my guts out or 2) have some serious heartburn. And by heartburn I really mean a heart attack. Goodnight world (at 9am).
Monday, April 27, 2009 @ 10:52 PM
[ Oh noes ] oh my god. Maybe I'm obese and I don't even know it. Please proceed to Counter 4 and FREAK THE FUCK OUT.
@ 6:57 PM
[ Learning disabilities, and all that ] "You don't have a learning disability, you're just lazy." "Maybe that's the SYNDROME!!"
@ 5:10 PM
[ Freedom: T - 7 days ] OMG ONE MORE WEEK OF FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOM!!!!! HOLY FUCKING CRAP!
Thursday, April 23, 2009 @ 4:37 PM
[ Don't be a hater ] People who hate the country they were born and bred in make me sick. Like Singaporeans who hate Singapore. Their reasons are so shallow most times. They think that the Singapore Government is too authoritarian or totalitarian. They have limited options, limited freedom. The people here suck too much for them. The lack of freedom of speech or the controlled manner in which the news is reported here is crap to them. BEing politically-restrained is so much to handle, they can't take it. Think about this in context, please. You wanna move to another Asian country? Sure, one that doesn't provide the same level of security or stability as Singapore. You wanna move to an ang moh country? Ditto the reasons above, or feeling like a second-class citizen, or just basically constantly having that underlying feeling that you're alone - a minority race in a country that you weren't brought up in. Sure, this country has its flaws. But compared to other countries? We're doing pretty damn well. And if you don't like the people here, well, shit. Go like some other country's people then and suck their cocks, because we sure as hell don't want you here either you fucking cocksuckers. I really cannot be bothered to go into a lengthy tirade about why Singapore is 'better' or 'worse' than other countries. But if you hate Singapore, you lack the very fundamental basics of a thing called tolerance. You're fickle, and you can't appreciate what you've got. You're the kid who was fed the silver spoon and now you want a golden spoon and an army of feeders along with it. You disgust me. I had an invite to join this group on facebook: Singapore Sucks! and it's what got me going. I declined the invite, naturally, and also resisted the urge to delete the person from my list of 'friends'. (Actually maybe I should just delete this person, I don't care very much for him anyway.) But it's nice to know that there're still people standing up for this tiny country of ours. On that group's wall, people were heartily defending Singapore.. with legitimate reasons, and not so much "YOU SUCK COS YOU THINK SINGAPORE SUCKS!" It's nice to know the rigid level of education the government has plied on us has come to SOME use. And even then, there're still people out there who can't spell, or write, or think for shit. So if you wanna blame the government for a very unhappy childhood, go ahead and continue being illiterate, or unhappy, or demoralized, because this country simply taught you that life isn't all peaches and cream, baby.
Monday, April 20, 2009 @ 8:43 PM
[ Future (unused) joys ] I am gonna buy so much motherfucking makeup when I get my first paycheck. (I'll probably end up not really using the makeup because I have so much already jesus christ.) It has been SO long since I've freely bought ANYthing without feeling the pinch. Some clothes, shoes and bags would be nice too =) <-- I'm beaming, see? That's a beaming smile. GOOD LORD I JUST WANNA BUY THINGS (and consequently get over wanting to buy things after buying those things) AND BE LIKE, HEY BITCHES I CAN AFFORD THIS AND THE WORLD IS GOOOOOD HELLLLL YEAHHHHHHH!!
@ 4:34 PM
[ I'm getting paid ] My final exam ended on the 6th of April. And now, exactly 2 weeks later on the 20th of April, I've just been confirmed a job. I commence work on the 5th of May. I'm psyched!! omg. I'm only a bit worried about being able to get there because the office is shifting from Shaw to Dempsey Hill on the 8th (or around there). I ADORE long travelling times - not.
Saturday, April 18, 2009 @ 5:47 AM
[ Thank you for tonight ] I thank everyone for tonight.. for bothering to turn up, or for bothering to wish me a happy birthday, or both. Every small action adds up to something big in my hearttttt. [Listening to Spirited Away's theme song as I type this.. how emo.] Thank you. For everything. Song (for the wonderful-wonderful dinner.. it was unexpected and just really so generous. And for coming down to Butter too), Euge (for coming down to Butter as well!), Ming, Amanda, Kum, Terry, Alex (Sean's bro - thanks for being so awesome), Geks, Siddums, Peter (the chocolates were very nice and unexpected too), Mel Faith, Nate, Kenneth, Alexander, Sid, Bernice, Cash, Judy, Rachel Maria, Edison, Larry, Phil, Randy, and every miscellaneous stranger who wished me well. (And the people on facebook too.. ahahaha.) And of course the man of the night, the twinny4life, Sean. Tonight wouldn't have happened at all if it weren't for him. He made me cry tonight, but it was tears of heart-touchedness. Goddamn it I will miss him when he's gone. (Still listening to Spirited Away and feeling even more sad now.. damnit.) Sigh. Happy Birthday to me, and everyone who made it memorable. I love you guys. Much love, and I gotta say, it's a damn fucking great feeling to have friends. xoxo.
Friday, April 17, 2009 @ 9:26 AM
[ Spirited Away ] I watched the move like 5 consecutive times when I finally caught it a long time after it came out. I cried during the movie. Gawd. How weepy. But really nothing, absolutely nothing beats the capability this movie has to wrench tears from your eyes. And now because I came across the below music, I need to watch this movie again. Now. Or buy it. Or get the soundtrack. Or both. I hope I get a job soon so that I can get both. The music is just so awesome because personally, I have a fucking difficult time remembering details of movies, or the music that was in them. But for Spirited Away, hearing these songs always strikes a chord in me, and even if I don't remember exactly which part of the movie the music was from, at least I know it was from the movie. LOL. And honestly? Sadness pours from these songs. If you haven't watched the movie and you think I'm spouting utter bullshit, then how about you go back to your hole and stick yourself in there for the next millenia, because you can't be judgin' when you don't be knowin'. On a completely unrelated note, I hope somebody brings their camera tonight.
Thursday, April 16, 2009 @ 8:38 PM
[ Interview today ] My interview today went relatively well, I think. Chong/Chung (if I spelled it right) was nice enough. Professional, that I can say. It also lasted more than 2 hours. Fel said she thinks he wouldn't have spoken to me for so long if he wasn't (at least) slightly interested. Makes sense, but she didn't say more as she didn't want to jinx it hahahaha. I really can't say I did extremely well, or that I'm very confident about it. I don't want to jinx it too, and also, I really don't feel like I wasn't a superb applicant or anything lol. But I definitely did okay. We'll see on Monday or Tuesday. How do people emerge extremely confident from interviews, thinking that they've 'aced it'? 1) They don't know who the other applicants are.. maybe the other applicants were more qualified than they were. 2) They may have gotten a good response from the interviewer, but how do they know that the interviewer didn't give other applicants an eve better response? Conclusion: Stay low and just wait for the good news. Birthday's in a day or so. I'm fat, I have ugly tanlines, I wish I had more stuff (like clothes and shoes) and I'm broke. Here's to a better, richer birthday next year.
@ 2:31 AM
[ ] Um. Where the fuck are my Interview pants? If possible, I'd like to go for my interview with some pants, please. |