Though the updates on my blog barely signifies any movement in my life, I can tell you my life is always on the go.

I've started on a part-time job at Pizza Junction (oh look! they even have a website). Business is rather stagnant during the day, but when the sun goes down, just wait a little longer and the crowd will come. Alongside getting to know more people and serving them, I learned how to use those espresso brewing machines.

Anyway I'm adjusting well there, after an unofficial "ice-breaking" session when my colleagues bursted into laughters when I mispronounced coleslaw as cholesterol (-_-".

the great thing about my job is... being able to slack off the last twenty minutes of the day (hey i work hard, but even i need to goof off every now and then..)

Ok enough rants bout my job(job=just obey boss, haha), go and watch this worst video ever made.

I don't know about you, but I treat my computer like my ass.
I like to wipe it, turn it on and occasionally spill drink on it.
And I can't stand anybody touching it, but me.

Okay. Bad analogy.

What I'm trying to say is:

I get paranoid whenever my sister/dad uses my computer. It's not that I have four gigs of porn stashed in a hidden folder named 'Pretend You Didnt Find This', it's just that it irritates me whenever I find her messing up my winamp's playlist, still using Internet Explorer or retardedly double clicking on empty desktop space. Whenever I catch her, I can't help but vigilantly watch over her shoulder or rudely snatch the mouse off her. I guess I'm just territorial about my computer.

And you know what? I love my job. I love the people there, I love taking orders all day and not doing much else. It's a sweet deal. I've been there for 2 weeks now I think, and I'm still not hating it. so YAY!

And I'm getting a new phone. *double yay* 

Currently listening to: Sia Furler - Breathe Me

So when I was taking orders the other day, I noticed a flickering light from the table 14, like someone lighting a cigarette.

It turns out that a girl is lighting a candle on a cake, while her boyfriend (I think) looks on.

The cake was too small for the couple.

The girl sang "happy birthday", while her boyfriend looks on.

He blows out the flames.

The girl removed the candle, and left the cake after they had their dinner.

From where I was standing, I observed the boyfriend's face. He doesn't look happy at all.

Happy birthday.

The words we often say without meaning.

Happy birthday.

The words we often write without thinking.

Happy birthday.

The words we often sing without feeling.

Happy birthday.

Empty words.

Today is the 20th of June 2006. 20062006. And I start a new blog. Great.

And oh. Tomorrow will be my 18th birthday. EIGHTEEN.

Going to bed. Bah. Gonna wake up early in the morning to get myself a haircut as a birthday gift from me to myself.

Wow.

I think i just had my first meltdown at work.

Just felt totally frustrated, and I could feel myself regress back to childlike behavior, almost like i was sulking.

Not good. Had to step away for a couple minutes and think about happy things like barney and doraemon before I start to fantasize about bashing your ugly face.

I'm such a nice person. =)

Note: At this point of writing, the world hasn't gone to war; Superman, the movie is out; and I'm still fat. But that's not going to stop me from ranting about Superman.

I cannot count how many stories there have been filmed for either TV or the movies about Superman. Almost every year of his life has been chronicled somehow - Superman, the squalling baby; Superman, the pimply pre-teen; Superman, the nerdy reporter; Superman, then henpecked husband.

And I never like Superman. He’s like the teacher’s pet in grade-school, and everyone loves him. One of the worst superhero characters ever created... superman's just super. Very boring. Sure he can fly, is invounerable, has x-ray vision, shoots heat rays from his eyes, is super strong, and is able to repress popping a super boner despite constantly being surrounded by half-naked Wonder Woman. But he is such a sissy when it comes to Kryptonite. (I've always wondered why people from the planet Krypton are weakened by Kryptonite. I mean we are Earthlings, and we don't sick around the earth, do we?) Oh do I have to mention the tight costume? Oh wait it has an S on it.

But I'm still going to watch the movie anyway.

And oh look! I'm Beast!

God. This is so hot. Watching cat fight turns me on.

But wait. This is soooo wrong. This is how you ladies do it.