Work start Wednesday.

April 30, 2007 at 1:51 am (Blog, Nonsensical ones)

I hope that I will sincerely, have fun at work. Work for work, but I will try to have fun while at it.

Impress only to impress upon the work, but I will try not to overdo it.

Play time is over, and I have to remember for what I’m worth, I am no longer a child.

I am now a worker, an adult.

I will try to gain job satisfaction at this job. I will try. I will have to.

But then, I’ve done this thing before. It’s all too familiar to me.
Serving food, and drinks, bringing the check, clearing tables and setting them back up again.
and then, washing dishes, cups and plates, under hot scalding waters.
Harsh detergents that make my hands itch.
I don’t know what I’d like better, being a personal assistant to someone, or to be a waitress.
Daddy wants me to be a banker,  but I don’t know.

what will I do, when I no longer know what to do?

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Rolling Stars

April 5, 2007 at 10:20 am (Blog)

For what it’s worthed, I am still sick.

Like, sick sick sick sick sick.

Headaches so bad, it’s kinda like constant migraines. Flu symptoms quite bad that I can’t taste, can’t smell.

My ears are still blocked, it’s still uncomfortable to do just about anything. To top it off, I have a fever that’s neither here nor there.

I feel crappy just complaining about my lack of an immune system.

But it’s never ending. This pain in my head is never ending. The flu is never ending. I hate being sick. I just want to get better, get out of the house, go exercise. Mainly, just to get outside.

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Watch the sunrise

April 3, 2007 at 1:07 am (Music)

Say your goodbyes
Off we go
Some conversation
No contemplation
Hit the road

Car overheats
Jump out of my seat
On the side of the highway baby
Our road is long
Your hold is strong
Please don’t ever let go Oh No

I know I don’t know you
But I want you so bad
Everyone has a secret
But can they keep it
Oh No they can’t

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The results

April 3, 2007 at 12:11 am (MISC)

Oh right, I’d conveniently forgot to tell you of my results.

It’s abso-bloody-lutely disgusting. I feel sick (if one is able to feel sicker than already being sick) just at the thought of the results. Not a single A. Ian had his Distinction. I don’t even get a nice pointy A. :(

I shall try my darnest when I start work. I will provide the best vodka-magaritas there are. Oh yes, I forgot to mention, I will end up just mixing drinks somehow. And if need be, I will end up serving and waiting on tables too. Maybe if the actors would just stop walking in to the restaurant in their caps, trying to look so inconspicuous… maybe I’d stop smiling to myself at the prospect of trying to burst out laughing and smashing some glasses while bartendering at the bar counter.

Right. Disgusting results are as follows:

Proteomics: C
Drug Development: C
Structural & Functional Genomics: D+
Molecular Biology of Inf. Diseases: D+
Principles of Clinical Trials: B+
Essentials of Business Management: C+ (meaning to say I totally flunked that last paper)
Marketing for Life Sciences: C+
Bioinnovation: B+

I hate, hate, hate myself for being a useless brainiac.
Oh, yeah. I am a useless brainiac alright.

Anyway, I can’t wait to start memorising the number of magaritas I get to make. Actually, I don’t really like magaritas. I was hoping I’d get to make other cool stuff like Black Velvet, Angel’s kiss, Hemingway’s, and the like.

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Waiting. I’m on hold.

April 2, 2007 at 11:56 pm (Blog, Rants)

I’m waiting. I have been waiting for an entire month.
I’ve been put on hold.

School’s ended. Everyday, I remind myself, ‘Get the damn transcript photocopied, go down and submit the photocopies and be done with applications.’ But no, I had to go out, have fun, get to bed SO late into the night early in the morn, and then eat so damn much (i am seriously such a glutton) and then fall ill to the woes and calamities of food poisoning (okay, maybe just a servere case of indigestion)….

I am waiting. I have been put on hold.

I am tired. of waiting, that is.

And then, D, my best friend, calls, “Angie (from hereon: me / A / whateversuitsthesentence), Aunt C wants us down tomorrow to help set up the restaurant. I’ll text you tonight what time you’ve got to be at my place, okay?”

That was just on saturday evening. She told me over MSN that I had to be at her place by 11.30am. By 12 midnight, I was asleep. Sunday morning, when I woke up and turned on my cell, “Hey, mom’s changing meeting time so that we can go out for brunch. Meet at my place 11.”

G-r-e-a-t.

Rush rush rush.

D’s taking her own bloody sweet time. D, I swear I want to kill you now. But, since there is that imaginary Law of The Best Friends Forever, wherein it states that one does not loose her temper over her best friend forever’s complacency and ability to be so slow. I do not stalk up to her and strangle her.

But… Me: VERY sleepy. VERY hungry. VERY not well.

She: Very noisy. VERY noisy. VERY slow.

Her ma: VERY noisy. VERY agitated. VERY hungry.

We don’t make the best people to be put in the same room. But, imaginary Law of The Best Friends Forever was applied. Therefore, we managed to make it all out in one piece each with no scuffles, just bruised egos, 10 minutes later.

Anyway, I got sick. After lunch, I got sent home.
Before that, we were busy tearing off the card board paper off the new chairs for the restaurant. Made this shit load of mess. Half the floor space was piled high with paper. Me likes because I doesn’t have to clear it out.  I got sent home, remember?

I am still waiting.

To get better, that is.

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