The Flood After A Dry Spell

Alright, I'm sorry for not blogging often enough, it's just that I usually only have a half hour after I get back from lunch, and quite frankly I'd rather read fanfic than blog. Plus, I'm waaay too lazy to blog using my iTouch. Lol, so the score is this:

Blog 0 Fanfic 1

Xinyi, I can't blog as often as you (it's really tough when your parents question you about every website you visit!), so bear with me! You're still my numero uno chica! (Any other readers who I do not know of, thanks for not ignoring my mostly invisible and highly depressing blog. I love you all.) Big Mmuuuuah to you people!! XD

Let's see... What's happened lately? Oh, right. A big-ass earthquake hit Japan. And was followed by a ginormous tsunami. And more aftershocks joined the happy little 'natural disasters' club. They probably all got the free shirt, too. Oh, and the nuclear plant blew up, too.

Wait, what am I saying?! What I mean to say is that I'm truly upset by the disasters that happened. And they're a lot worse because they're in Japan, for crying out loud. I want to say something, anything, but what can I say or do that others haven't said and done? Sigh. Just know that I'm praying for you, Japan. And I swear I will do whatever I can to help. God bless you all!

What else is there to type about? Hmmm. Oh, I wanna be a youtube star too! I've always wanted to be spotted, but I've never had to luck (or the talent, it seems). Oh, to be able to be like Justin Bieber! To be completely random, I'd like to fangirl over the fact that he's coming to Singapore on the 19th of April, OMG!! XD He's just so good-looking! And cut him some slack, people, he's 17, and yet has so much talent. If you're hating on him, it's probably because you're jealous (even if you don't wanna admit it!)

Oh, I've decided to quit my job by the end of this month. So on March 31, I'll be saying buh-bye to my boss. I'd really like to take the rest of April to get my life back in order and get ready to start this new chapter in TP. Plus, it sucks to drag my half-dead butt to work everyday. This job was pretty fun, but I won't miss it. Note to self: Desk-bound jobs are so not for me. Yay, now I can stop complaining about my job! Of course, the big, fat paycheck I got is somewhat worth the monotony of telemarketing. :D

Hee, I'm not too sure what else I can talk about here. Tag and let me know what you want! Requests, dedications... (Just kidding!) Anyway, I have to get back to calling (and annoying) people. Sometimes, I really wanna shove the phone down their throats...

Man, the Monday blues suck.

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