a treat at the end.
We had instant noodles for supper, which we walked all the way to 7-11 for and getting stares along the way, either because we're two innocent girls walking along a stretch of illegal soliciting & budget hotels, or because we create too much noise.
I hadn't eaten instant noodles since the O's last year, so I'd thought that eating it was a damn good idea, but I got sick halfway through; I think I'll stay away from chicken flavors the next time :(
We watched the 2% GST hike take place literally too, how rad is that.
I survived work the next day with only four hours of sleep or so, but it was well darn worth it, just because. :)
Plus, her mom doesn't hate me! :D I was pretty sure she did considering I didn't really leave the house the last time with a good impression of myself on her, but that was 3 months ago so "forgive & forget" we shall all comply to, I guess.
I'm forcing myself to drink at least 1.5 liters/8 cups of water a day (contrary to the 8 LITERS that Aishah thinks! haha), which will be one of my biggest challenges, having being famous for surviving without normal unsweetened mineral plain water for more than 2 months.
I drank a liter today.
Never have I peed so much in a span of two hours in my entire life, ever.
So work's been good, school's being a bitch with the people there varying from lovely to terribly bitchy/disturbing, but life's okay in general so far so who'm I to complain?
Except that I have three ICAs in one week, coming up in three weeks, and I haven't much a clue/have forgotten what's going on in classes, so help me dear God.
Plus, I have
no idea how the hell to do a fricken' speech "
to persuade employers to support the Government's new employment guidelines (which is
WHAT, exactly?)
without using legislation, aimed at ending discrimination at the workplace."
Yeah uhmm,
totally.
But
here's the treat at the end like I mentioned above;
I uploaded it to
Imeem for easier listening so you wouldn't have to wait 4638563 years for it to stream on Myspace.
I prefer this version, there's something sexier about a man with a sexed up voice singing about umbrellas rather than a girl dressed in a skimpy outfit dancing in the rain doing so.
But I'm a girl, so.
You can stand under my umbrella,
You can stand under my umbrella,
ella, ella, ella; eh, eh, eh, ehhh...
x.
