Priness of the year goes to my lil cousin miss rena. She selects what she wears for each day, and actually owns a sarong kebaya with the full range of little matching bags. Apparently the actress to be, she quickly cuddled in my arms when i asked whether she was cold (screaming 'yes') only to hear the backfire from her mother that she does not even use a blanket when sleeping. Yes these moments make the festives good each year again in the end.
But im still paying the course fees (i.e. losing) for mahjong. Damn i am lousy in it. Even my junior in camp said it in my face. But I like. I must play and play, play until i drop on the table. Play until when i grow old. Become ghost also must find khakis to play with. Because its fun and it prevents you from going retarded. And it is like dignified gambling because its also a game at the same time.
Its ok though. Im going to work immediately the moment i get back the little pink card. Through the most bizarre of opportunities, I went to a job agency in town to ask for help, only to be asked in return if i was willing to work there. There. All that is left is passing the damn driving and i would feel complete for a while, before the incompetence hits again when i enter university.
Song: Lonely Hearts Still Beat The Same - The Research
Written fashion may not be history @8:34 PM