The One With 10 Tickets And 2 Phone Calls

It's a rainy Sunday afternoon and instead of sleeping or watching The Simpsons, i'm typing out my CV. I've no idea why a 16-year-old would actually need to have one for a job interview (cos they usually just ask for IC and tadah - start washing dishes) but tomorrow's my first (*sniff* i'm getting so old) and Mom is having a bad case of frownies worrying that the company is fake/the boss is a perv/i will die on the way to work one day because i don't know how to see the small number sign on the window of a bus cos i panic just by the very sight of a bus so very likely i'll just hop into a random bus and get lost and die.

I doubt i'd get this one it's my top pick (cos of the $$$ hehe) but i'm 16, naive, and don't know how to see the small number sign on the window of a bus so i'm just gonna be excited cos it's my first ever ever job interview.

Yeap that's why i'm excited. Not cos i might get it. Jusst the fact that it's my first interview. That's why i'm smiling now eventhough there's no reason to. And i've already picked my outfit and how i'm doing my hair and replayed what to say in my head 5734857 times just cos it's my first interview...



Bah screw it! I want the job! T.T

I don't think the boss is a pervert cos when i called back, he sounded dodgy when i squealed when he said i can come tomorrow to the office for an interview cos he might have a vacancy for me. Now if i do get it, just have to convince my mom that her daughter does know how to get herself to The Curve and Berjaya Times Square and BB Plaza safe and in one piece. Eventhough that's a big fat lie.

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Hols have been okay. Been caffeinating self at a moderate rate. Watching The Simpsons. Watching Redoxon tablets effervesce. Took unofficial add math exam paper 1 and ended up even more discouraged that i still can't do log for nuts. Forgetting Alveena is indian. Reading Rosie Dunne. Collecting recipes that're for kids with cystic fibrosis. Calling people twice my age till my credit is dried out. Sketching plans for world domination.



I think i'm gonna be happy when work starts.

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Crap. My mom is apparently very, very sure i will die on the way to work one day more than i thought. She just got me a job in TD. The good thing is it's her friend (who i like cos she's pretty and is like a 30-year-old Karven) who's hiring and she lets me not work during the days of the conference which is convenient for me. But the other one's better..

Or or - i do both! 'Cept i tell the other guy i start in December. Unless he wants me to start immediately. That is if i get the job. Which i probably won't.


Okay forget it.

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On a happy-tears-of-joy note, lookie our new Interact Club website! And i mean website website, not blog website! We have a real live website! I was gonna cry when i first saw it (okay i did actually cry i've said it to too many people already) and it's not fully completed but for now we can all just admire the homepage. Which is so breathtakingly beautiful. Crap i'm choking up again.

*click on the picture to visit the site*

Thank you, Khalis. =)

Okay gonna go mull over that life-changing decision i've to make. Bubye. Good luck to all the SPM victims!

PS : Especially the victim with the toothbrush beard and raccoon eyebags. =)