i am in the mood for old school boy band songs and sappy love stories, please.

the past two weeks have opened my eyes to reality a little more. whether this is fortunate or unfortunate, i don't know.

well, firstly, i've realised that money isn't easy to come by. especially not for the security guards and the sales promoters at retail outlets. i complain like hell about my two weeks of self-flagellation, yet the full-timers around me do it for a lifetime. they basically earn their living from standing around doing virtually nothing. and then again, that is the only job they can find.

secondly, i've realised the meaning of keeping up my end of the deal. this has caused a great number of sacrifices, aching feet, mentally numbing hours, and the recognition of my disability to remember what comes after the number 9 (e.g. 17, 18, 19... uh. oh right, 20....... 108, 109... uh. oh right, 110..) and yet, weirdly there is some sort of a sense of satisfaction. is is inane, really. but there is a certain degree of "yes-i-friggin'-did-it". although by 9.30pm, i am usually left sprawled over the make-shift counter with insipid eyes and sloth-esque limbs.

thirdly, i've learned that "love is a commitment and love is a trial (some more after this)." but i am glad, after all, that i've got love and love abundantly ;)

fourthly, (i never knew there was such a thing as "fourthly") i recognize my deep longing to have a kid. it is so strikingly odd, but i really do want a baby. but i know, of course, that having one now is beyond retarded. so, yeah. and this is brought upon by the constant people-watching at OG, noting the joy of pregnant women, the flurry of families and the laughter of little children. i so badly want a kid (make that 4, in the future) and i also very badly want to spit on the faces of people who put their children on leashes. HOLD THEIR FRIGGIN HANDS YOU LOSERS. kids are human, not animals.

fifthly, (HAHAHA okay "fifthly" is hilarious.) i realize that i really miss shopping and the moment i get my pay for this two weeks of shite, i am going to buy stuff. today i shopped a bit with mummy and bought adidas runners, shorts, a top and clinique stuff, which -obviously- triggered the inner shopper within me whom i've managed to smother for a couple of months. (a couple of months is a huge thing okay. i used to shop weekly.) so yes. with my pay i will shop.

sixthly, (HAHAHA OMG! "SIXTHLY"!!!) i realise that i am madly in love with my friends. i have a new found friend in Coral, or, at least, we're closer than before. i've got friends like Isaac and Maddy whom i'd shed tears over. i've got a BFF like Vaness whom i haven't talked to in ages but i know i can easily talk to the moment i see her. i've got friends aplenty in church who are so dear to me. i've got my 1C02 people who whine and bug me to meet up :D i've got my SB bums who are happy birds when boss told them i'm going back :) and i've got you, the bestfriend ever, who's always there for me. and i've got the bestest friend in the whole wide universe and beyond (because He created it) who'll always take me back no matter what :DD all of you have kept me alive all this while... I LOVE YOU!

lastly, i note that i will:
A) never work in a job without first finding out details
B) never work in a job i do not like
C) never wear heels to work on the first day




you.

Grace ♥ 12:49 p.d.