Thanks for everyone's concern

"You can't believe how much hard work it is to con people into thinking that you're productive when you're unemployed. Always thinking up things to tell them you're going to do tomorrow, having to exaggerate every minute of your nowhere day...it's worse than having a job. At least when you're employed, when people ask about your day you can tell them to shut up and mind their own business." --Drew Carey

Humour is at its best when it doesnt apply to you.

But of course, I get an insane kick out of mocking at myself, so it wasnt half as bad. I had plenty of sleep and I drink buckets of water since I was too lazy to go out to get drinks to knock myself out. I committed an affair with the television, an companion that I had conveniently abandon when I was busy with my last job.

I did a space planning for slt, revamp a flier for sis; read 4 books, got a new addiction on the swapjob game; swept my floor a grand total of 2 times (or was it 3?), I wash clothes, I swept and mopped the floor of the remaining of the house (something I usually dont do, haha), wash dishes, helped out in cleaning the mess my mother made every day in the name of dinner; passed my rlt, failed my rp1.02; had dinner with the gang twice - drinking once, had coffee with en'en on separate occasions twice, had coffee with iris, had lunch with peilin; round up some crap and got them to pretend they are members of my portfolio, redo a paper art (which isnt completed yet); sang karaoke twice, once with mashi and once alone; blogged 32 entries since I've left that job (33 inclusive of current).

I did many other stuff too, which I cant recall enough to record all of them down.

Of course I had the chance to talk to many friends, many of them called me to extend their concern, or sent me sms to remind me I am not alone. I organised my thoughts and gave things good thinking through. I know I should never commit the same crime of making friends again at the new workplace, and I shall, like I've declared before, draw a distinct black bold line between work and friends.

Extremist at her best. I still long to strike a healthy balance but it is never my forte. I can only choose to be honest, frank and brutally cruel; or I shall masquerade as the quiet ghost that no one give a second glance.

I count against one left hand on the number of remaining friends I think I have. Sometimes it is really difficult to live like this, without a man and without much friends.

But I am happy to announce, I have a job now. The interviews went well and I am starting next wed, with a little lie I told to get myself off on tues. (I am choosing to be a liar at the job - One character flaw that is sufficient to cover up for all my remaining character flaws).

I have no idea if I can cope, but I am reasoning with myself that whenever I get a simple job, after a while I get all bored because there is no challenge. So I hope at this new place I will be constantly be pushed to my max so that I can see myself evolve into a stronger person at a faster pace.

Aja aja fighting! =)