Okay…
Now I get it. Now I have come up to realize that I don’t have any job ambition. I’ve been searching for a job at jobstreet.com for almost a day (typical lame job seek website for a jobsick like me.hehe.) What I did was clicking on search job tab and starting ticked on preference location and my specialization. Ignored the position level, years of experience, job type, job posted since. (For you guys that have often search a job at jobstreet.com, you’ll be much familiar with these types of selection). And lastly, I clicked a blue-squared button that typo-Search Job. Okay, let me see it…

Public Relations
Public Relations
Public Relations
Public Relations
Blah
Blah
Blah
Blah
Blah
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Blah
Blah
Blah
Public Relations
Public Relations
Public Phone

Lots job offerings. You just name it; really…It’s all there! But then, none of them really amuse my eyes, caught my attention, my desire, my craving. Okay, I am getting fed up of it. I don’t want to work but as the world rotate clockwise, I still have to work but damn man. I don’t know what the kind of job that I’m into right now.

All I think right now is…my time is running out. I have to find a suitable job, so that by the time I go back to my home sweet home; I may give my mum an algebra kisses on her freckles-cheek and tell her that I’ve got a job!! (Yeah right…I’m dreaming) Actually, I’m not really worry about me but I worry about her. All I think right now is I have to start give her monthly pocket money starting from next year until my last breath (So that she can shut her mouth. hehe...jahat sial aku...hehe). I have huge responsibility towards her. I don’t want to disappoint her. I don’t want to depend on her anymore and my beloved uncle Mohan because they have already helped me a lot and I believe they will always going to support me which is I prefer not (sound egoistic!).

This is because most probably next year, I’ll turn up 2+ years old and it’s my turn to embrace that responsibility towards my weird atypical lovely family. FYI my dearest guests and blog-readers, she expects more the merrier from her an atypical beautifool daughter. Okay…I’m stressing out now. Damn. Please don’t be traumatic. When it comes to my mum, I always turn out be traumatic. Mum…mum…your outstanding voice and overthinking thoughts always volcano-shake my soul and mind. Seriously, this drives me crazy.

I’m sleepy right now, it already 5.00 a.m in the morning. I need to unplug myself and wake up again tomorrow. And do the same thing. But I still haven’t start prepare my curriculum vitae. Or not, I may end up become an atypical unwilling slave employee in Sales Department of the Southeast Asia’s second largest Telecommunication Company. This is my last chance to survive. I hate this job!