pondering ...

... a step in a new direction?

i am afraid. very, very afraid.

More so because I don't know what I want to do? I just realized that I have absolutely no career direction.

A flipchart from Money & You gives me hope ...

God, give me strength and courage.

Something new?

Need a new job, a new work environment.

Anyone want to hire me?

Great people skills, great worker - hardworking, quick to learn and adapt. Willing to do most anything (legally of course). :)

Please let me know via comment and I'll send my CV out to you.

Seriously.

Maine - anything in Ikealand?

ah ...

... to have thing tingly feeling she sings about ... she looks a little like Jennifer Aniston, doesn't she? :)

... sigh ...

uRgH ...

... felt like crap yesterday.

Thank God for 650mg of Panadol lying around in SIL's medicine cabinet.

Slept from 7:15pm last night till 4:50am this morning.

Feel SO much better and ready for major house cleaning this evening.

Yay! I'm finally moving in!

Some ...

... before and after shots ...

this is a shot of the living room kinda pre-renovation ... and the next is during renovation.
this is the dining area ...

It's done!

She's finally married off to someone who can actually ... wait scrap that ... someone who has the capabilities, the finances, the 'want to', the soul to look after her and to be her equal in life, in love and in heart.

Finally.

The day came and went.

I'm happy that I got to share whatever little time I did with you.

Good luck and God Speed with the rest of your new life in Ikealand. :)

oh ...

... yeah ... for more on Perth ... buy a ticket :P hehehe ... i totally forgot already la. :P

will be updating as i'm busy moving into my new home this coming weekend! wheeeeeeeeeeeee

Back the ...

... fuck off.

I've been living from a suitcase and sleeping on a couch for 5 months. I bathe next to the dogs, in a nice toilet, but i don't have a proper fucking home. So whichever one of you spineless, jelly fish bastards said that i don't dress like a fucking manager, grow some fucking balls and tell it to my face.

what?

you want me to iron my shirts and pants with what? my shoes?

get a clue! i'm not spinning dollars because of your fucking poor performance, so i can't afford to send it to the fucking laundromat fuckmunch.

geez!