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stoned.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005

stoned. eyes opened. mind of blurry. oops. a blurry mind i guess. woke up. woke up again. jus to find myself late for my temp job. or rather. a lunch appointment. din expected myself to be late. but still. human nature. lolx.



first word i heard when i open my door jus to get myself to da toilet. was. BLANKO! slang fer liquid paper. shouted frm my beloved dad. oh ya. and some naggin fer bein up so late. but jus an assurance dat i was gg fer wrk lata on kept his mouth closed fer awhile. lookin at his frustration doin some paperwork made me felt dat i shud hv taken some accounting course. ha. at da age of 60. still doin paperwrk. --`



at least had some burger fer lunch. despite bein late. here comes da main point. da stoning part. somehow. i looked droggy. slpy. eew. ugly. ha. outdoor sales. sux. but still. i din had any progress! tmr still have some training. felly and may din get any as well. phew. realise smthing at the end of da day. was usin my own wisdom to try to get man's attention. wasn't da correct way. shud hv seek God. but was seekin my senior's advice instead. although i did pray b4 leavin da hse. i guess it wasn't good enuf. anyway, b4 wrk, saw Melvin. ha. he din c me. somehow. all he did was gettin into da train and fall into his dreamland straight. saw a few polymates. was quite embarrased tho. God, r ya tryin to make me real humble?



anyway. procedure of da wrk seems simple. but sure it was tough gettin da procedure into practice. senior was nice. so was da rest of da ppl i wrked with. corny. esp. da angmoh, kevin.



wondering whether i was wrkin to earn money or spend money. ha. it could likely backfire my saving policy. but so well. i guess its all up to my self-control and discipline. xp



boredom. becomes stonedom. 2 weeks. deadline. job near a beach.