The sound of all the places we could go.

In case anyone’s confused/curious, the address of my blog is ‘pastense’ spelt backward. And if you’re so slow you don’t make the connection between ‘pastense’ and ‘past tense’, good luck to your brain, dear. (What brain?) 

Anyway, today Baoyi+Michelle+Mel+Me went job-hunting at BPP. Okay okay I didn’t job-hunt. Mel and I hovered outside LJS/KFC/Mos/Mac’s/Sembawang CD while Bao and Mich ‘enquired’ about jobs, Bao conveniently ignoring the fact that most fast food places and everywhere else only hired those >/= 14, and she wasn’t 14 yet (“I will be 14 in less than 1 month’s time, okay?!”).  

 Coincidentally, LJS only hires those 15 and older. Hahahahahaha. Oh, and Mac’s pays higher than Mos Burger (the difference is a measly 30 cents). KFC looks for employees willing to commit at least 9 months. Bao and Mich were too cowardly to ask for a job in Popular’s (they took about 5 steps in, then came out like cowards) and Sembawang (Mel and I were in the library. They didn’t dare to ask because “there was no sign”!) Ah well.

I wouldn’t work in fast food restaurants for the world, especially since I’d much rather work in a field I’m interested in, like in Music Essentials or in a clothes/shoes shop I like, and I don’t even want to imagine the moritification I’d go through having someone I know hear me say “May I take your order?” (for some reason it sounds twistedly kinky) or see me in one of those horrendous uniforms. 

Oh, and I don’t really need the money, per se, my family does. *grin* And my mom would totally h8 me working in a fast food restaurant. I know she harbours this dream of paying ASGDHLFJK dollars to watch me play my violin on stage, nevermind that that was when I was a insignificant 3 and most sane parents know their kids’ dreams at 3 won’t really stick.

This is an incredibly long first post. I have now completely lost my motivation to start studying (like srsly lah I didn’t expect it to last), do my History FA (I’ll just copy from some kind soul tmr morning or do it at 1 a.m.), or practice said violin. Reading fictionpress and writing stupid lyrics and rewatching Ouran now sounds infinitely more appealing. Ah, the call of some higher forces.

~ by sydney on October 9, 2006.