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THE WRITTEN WORD

Tuesday, November 23, 2004, 4:24 PM

my mom's under pressure these days
and she tells me it's all our fault
how we dun care bout everything
and im tryin to help now
looking for a job to share the load
(that went un-appreciated)
and helping out more with the chores now
she says that im wasting my time
she wants me to study instead
then time to time
she's been coming to me, all heavy-hearted
and defeated
complaining bout the
stress and pressure

and i really want to help
but it seems that all that i have done
is doing the opposite instead
then..
i dknow how anymore.
it is selfish to give up trying
so i'll go on doing what i think is right
and help out.
then ignore whatever she says
afterwards.

yesterday was terrible, to the bone
ha we went looking for a job, me and valerie
met two crazy perverts
(we didnt go on to actually meeeeeting them)
we changed our minds last minute instead
the first one was like, we were supposed to go to outram park mrt station, then call to ask for directions
then when i called, he was like, 'im at the This Fashion upstairs, what are both of you wearing, can you see me?'
instant freak-out, anyone?
his voice was whaaaaaaaaay enthusiastic and hyper
or it might just be me.
we decided to go to the next one, ALSO at outram park, we walked to kreta ayer (?), then found the shop
Jian Yu Development whatever, amongst food stalls....
weird. a shophouse, the typical ones which you have to get up a creepy stairway before getting to it.
i called with valerie beside me, before going up
Actual Conversation
Me: Hello, may i know what we would be working as?? ( i was using val's handphone, since he called her handphone regardin the job just now)
Him: (in a cant-be-bothered voice) Huh. May I know who are you?
Me: Valerie. ( i was using her hp, rmbrr...)
Him: Ohhhhhh.. VAL-ERRRRR-IEEEEEE.
Me: (disgusted) yes. what will we be working as?
Him: *few seconds pass before he answers.)) erhh. saleskeepers.

ominous, not.
and then we were gone!!! towards Faber House, orchard, for another interview.
it was class, wonderful
perhaps we got too carried away with the ambience
w/o wondering
why there aint any posters (FLY TO VIENNA NOW!!)
or computers where the people will be busily typing at

zilch nada.
few comfortable stylish sofas
a single table where a woman is sitting at at the side
miniature waterfall thingey
loud beyonce music

application form signed.
'it has to be signed before i explain,' the woman said
well.
we WERE supposed to be surveyors, after making ppl do the surveys, we are supposed to invite the QUALIFIED people up to where we were then, that room, to view an exhibition. on the invitation cards will be 'invited by... *your name*'
if one qualified person invited under your names turns up
$40 bucks.
2 qualified candidates, $60 bucks EACH, with a $20 dollar bonus
3, $80 EACH, $20 bonus.
on and on..

now as we think back
it's really hard to get people going up
rich people.
so we might have to work our fingers to the bone begging and whining to the passers-by
and they might not turn up
that equates to, no pay.
work, no pay.

at somerset mrt, we used a public phone to call those two perverts
valerie didnt want to do the talking so i did
hahaha.
to the watiting-at-this-fashion guy, i said
'Hi. Im looking for a job...
SOMEWHERE ELSE!!! PEACE OUT DUDE!!!!'
the valerie slammed the phone down.... hard. and not to mention quick.
hahah then we called the Jian Yu development guy
and i screamed: 'hi. im valerrrrrieeeeeee. no one's gonna work at that ulu shop.'
hahaha val slammed it down.

tomors job hunting again.

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