[emo trip: calm, the serenity of a person in a coma.]
my mum knows best, i really mean it. she just knows.
went out with pointed pink shoes yesterday and it bloody hurts. i was just contented with wearing my usual white shoes but dear mum insisted that i wear formally for my interview at (get this) video ezy. heh, i suffered. met up with an accounts executive from majalah perkahwinan because dear mum advertised there. they have no space left for new recruits, boo hoo. see? i was prepared to write malay though my malay sucks, heh.
the only thing i read in the magazine, besides looking at the other advertisers are the sex stories and tips. they give very sensible tips and point of views. not that im going to try it anytime soon, ha ha.
dear mum saw my misery of the evil pink shoes, and treated me to starbucks. usual people, talked laughed. walked around looking for my mid-riff cardi. wasnt there.
had trouble finding video ezy river valley. those pink shoes were a killer. i was so tempted to take them off and walk barefoot but dear mum said she wouldn't walk beside me, heh.
the interview was okay. i got smitten by him, the interviewer. not love smitten, just smitten. he's the same height as me, and i had to restrain myself from laughing. he said i was interesting, quite talkative and scored some good points. and then he said 'if you get selected, you'd be the first person wearing tudung to work in video ezy. i would be very proud.' ha, a boost of ego right there.
the best part of finding for jobs is the interviews. i like interviews and being interviewed. getting the job just seems like the perk of having a good interview.
the pacifier was okay. not really funny. just your normal average feel-good movie. went out of the cinema and realised that west mall was close. ah duh, it was 11:15pm.
mid-riff cardi is in yellow, with one cute lil button.
trip to salvation army in... let's see, 2 hours time, woo pee doo.