After eating two pieces of not-so-tasty white bread 12.48 in the morning after having a little talk from mah parents and watching Manny 'Pacman' Pacqiuao thrash Antonio Magarito on Channel 202, I decided I'd blog for awhile.
So, its been long time coming. *cough* Actually I sneezed but that's not the point. Basically, I've found myself.. well. I didn't find myself jobs. I was sorta introduced a couple of them. Firstly, the bookshop thing, Venus and some other peepo intro-ed and I sorta just "On"-ed them. Because cmon, Holidays are for rotting at home and me dont likey that shit. There's an opportunity, take it. And yeah, awesome. Basically what we're supposed to do is see anybody who wants to get books. Give em' a queue number and tell them that's the amount of minutes they have left to live.
I'm just kidding. Give them a number, take their book list, get into the bookshop, scramble for books and pile them onto your two miserable arms that are breaking from the constant physical pressure of unuseful education. After which, we put those crap in front of the customer, then we double check the books, the prices. Then we get the $$ from them, go inside the bookshop, press the 'open cash register' button. Well, the button doesn't say that but that's what it does. Yeah so, put in the cash, get the change. Write the receipt, tear the receipt. Staple it onto the book list and here comes the part I hate the most.
Putting them in plastic bags. Screw that man, I don't even know why I hate it. I guess I could argue about how the enviroment is depleting and the world is coming to an end, that's why I hate that job but no, truthfully I dont give a shit.
Actually I do give a shit, but not literally too. Because if I did give shit, that'd be causing land pollution, and all the ladies would avoid shit-smelling-guys. I don't want that kind of shit.
But once again, I'm off the topic bus/train. Lets get back on track.
So yeah. I hate packing the books into the plastic bags because sometimes, those customers aren't kind enough to help you hold the books or plastic bags, for you to put the books in them. Thus making it a difficult job. But cmon, its okay. I'd do anything for twice a dozen plus one dollars for seven hours.
I just love making people calculate money in their head. Hahaha. I bet you three quarter of a dollar plus ten bucks of half a dozen 50 dollar notes that you did try to calculate those crap.
Anyway, yep. Besides the bookshop job, my same name friend that's lame (notreally) without the 'ld' intro-ed me another job of sorts. Rena's sister and her boyfriend(which is like, 190+), had to go around the Bukit Panjang and Fajar Road area estate to survey the residents on their satisfactory level of Fajar Shopping Mall.
It was pretty tiring, but all worth it in the end. Why was it worth? Because I got paid thrice of my age plus nine adding to another half a dozen and then minus half my age dollars. WHUT.
So yeah, lovin' the holidays so far. Can't wait for a few more days ^^
I'm probably buying next year's books and pants that reach my ankle tomorrow, I love biology. Seriously. Oh by the way, since I already slept like 3 hours earlier in the day, I shall talk more crap before going to bed. When I was reading the biology textbook whilst slacking/working dilligently (choose one) in my job, I came across the chapter of asexual reproduction in plants. Then, this came to my mind.
Hmm, I find plant-sex really boring. Like come on, the plants dont do back and forward motions (not that I know what that means), up and down motions, or or uh, using their style's to lick their let's say 'roots'? Cmon, give em' a chance to do something on their own.
Plants are just like waiting for bee's and other insect shit to do it for them. There's no fun in doing that. Just imagine human reproduction was somewhere along that line. I'll put a picture into your head with my awesome description, don't worry.
Just imagine you just got married. You are going into the hotel room to "dong fang". Then suddenly your mom-in-law comes in and takes off all your clothes, and then your second-aunt comes in and takes off all of your wife's clothings. Then suddenly, your mom-in-law starts extracting your extremely tiny little frog babies, and puts them inside a bottle. Then, walks over to your aunt at the other side of the room and passes that bottle full of tadpoles. Your aunt then tries to insert those tadpoles into let's say uh, cellular bowl with a relatively small opening (not that i know anything). And then a new baby is born. Like, three letters : WTF.
That's right, WATER THE FLOWERS you sun of a gun.
That's how boring it is for a plant, come on. A plant can't see, it can't smell, it can't grow muscles, and now you're taking away their pleasure privileges? I don't know who I'm talking to actually, I'm just speaking to nobody.
That's right nobody. Nobody. Nobody. Butchu. *Clap clap, clap*
Okay that's about it for now, I have to wake up early for work tomorrow as well. Ciao fellow gottaf's and tuls's!
This segment is dedicated to my fellow paper balls :
My eldest ball : Norman
Second ball : Cabbage
Third ball : White Lettuce
Youngest ball : Cuboid!
I wasn't referring to my testicals, you sick ****. There's only two of em', by the way. If you didn't know.
-Renald
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