I deserved to be punish and my first choice of punishment is to be kidnap by a group of vixens wearing kinky tight leather outfit and allowing them to have their ways on me.
It sounds very easy doesn't it? Well I don't really know how hard it is since I only just started writing.
Lets see now... there are so many things going on since the last time I made my last post, some good, some bad but mostly really boring but some how I know that I am able to entertain some bored souls some where in the planet.
Now. I shall start by congratulating my buddy Timmy.
Despite getting shot a few million times, the worst mark I got is just this unnoticeable red mark
God of Gambler?
He may not be the God of Gambler but while I was half way chowing down my Big Mac, he had earned roughly RM20 in just 15 minutes and all he does is repair shoes. I don't know why but one thing I respect the most about this man is that he's determine to just sit there and make a living out of repairing shoes, try asking me to sit still by the sidewalk for 5 minutes, I'll be missing in 15 seconds.
Speaking about missing, I've written my resignation letter and gave it to my "boss". It's not an easy decision to make, plus I believed that someone up there is mocking me, while I was making the decision my managers were talking about young employees leaving once they got a better offer (AKA Job Hopping) , then I got to know that someone in my workplace is gonna get a warning letter (Wasn't me), on the day I intended to hand in my resignation notice my colleague asked me how long I intended to stay with the company while we were having breakfast.
I didn't decide to leave the company because I am not happy with my work place, colleague, etc, nor did I get a better offer from another company.
Reason why I quit? Well, it's not the job I want.
Since we are talking about "Job", my aunt from Penang got to know that I told my mother that I wasn't going to consider the job offer from the Australian embassy, she gave me a call and talk to me about "If I were you ... ", "What you should do...", "If you don't do this, you'll end up like so and so."
While she's still telling me what to do, a song was playing in my mind and it was Jon Bon Jovi's It's My Life. I kept resisting singing out loud the whole time when she trying to drill my skull, trying to make get me to do what's best for myself, or something like that...
About this flower... no comment, saw it in the garden, like it, take out phone, set to camera, and snap.
The gathering wasn't too great IMO, there were a lot of thing that made me unhappy there but the worst one is having the staff from McDonald to chase us off saying that our pets are not clean and etc. I wonder how much that fool know about tarantulas to make that statement, plus we spotted crap load of roaches running about. How clean is that?
Lastly, I got a love confession to make.....
I want to confess my love...