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dearest shadow,


my keyboard is working. isn't that absolutely wonderful? i'm appreciating all the finer things in life. heh. right. so you want to know what ms smelly has been up to.


pretty much nothing really. nothing is up. 'cept the ceiling. when my keyboard works, there are no cover letters to type. when it doesnt, there are plenty. and i kill myself using the onscreen keyboard. yes. i oughta get it fixed. not now.


I've a performance in 4 hours time. my friend instructed me to turn up in a nice sari because in her words, "we've never taken a nice photo together!" which roughly translates to, i've never been dressed up enough for it to constitute a nice photo. ah well. i'm quite confident with this performance -- not in a cocky way or whatever.

so we've hit feb. the days have been long. and the nights longer. my room messier. and my face pimplier. i've asked god for a job already. but it hasnt come. i think i have to look back at my dealings with god. what have i learnt?

1) be specific.but not too specific.
2) do something about it.
3) bribe someone else when i get it -- its my way of paying it forward!


so lets be specific. I would like a job that allows me to think, write, interact with like minded people (cute kids incl.) with minimal office politics and no red tape moe style bureaucracy. I would like it to pay at least 1.8 a month and it will be a bonus if i can skip the make up and wear jeans to work once in a while.

I would like you to grant my wish just in time for me to escape naggy mother and retired dumb relatives and excessive handphone bill. I will bribe 2 close friends to either ball-ball ice cream or cafe cartel for all their prayers and support. Thank you god. and i hope you're processing this. think about the two creatures who'll miss out on comforting ball-ball ice cream.


I'm going to send out a resume soon. something that fits this description. minus the jeans part. but yea. i hope i get a reply.