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Sunday Short Talk:

It has been while since my last post. About 10 days? 10 days only nia mah, right ?

I have shitty days. Oh! you know, one of those days. *take a long deep breath and start ranting*
I have sore muscle pain behind my right shoulder. It is stretching my whole arm, facial muscle and even my fingers are tingling all the time! That’s how bad it it. I’m usually able to endure with very high level of pain threshold, and I don’t usually whinge like a baby (excpet I ‘teh’ (manja) Kian ) But I’m coming down with depression from shitty free-labour placement… and I’m feeling miserable.

Seriously, how many times you really hear me b*tching, complaining?? and being an unhappy gal??? *sigh*

Don’t get me wrong, I love working with Kian. Oh! He is such a sweetheart. [Sadly, I only work with him 2 days a week.] Just that some ppl don’t treat me like a normal human being, they think I’m their free slave. knnccb! fuck you, beeyoch! this is Australia, it is not some fucking ancient India which divided ppl into classes.
Because of Kian, I have to STFU…keep everything nice and simple.and quiet. Am a person with very very strong personality, this is sending me straight to the 18th level of hell. I can’t voice it out loud..I damn ‘beh song’! *argh* Buddha certainly wanna put me on those tests. *amitabha*

Physical pain is one thing. Few cocktail tablets will do the job from time to time. But not enjoying work, every weekday morning I have to drag my soul so hard to work. I feel like puking blood on myself when I can’t behave positively. It is just not myself. I’m left with 4 weeks. I need to ‘re-tunne’ the way of thinking. How to lie to myself, what I should looking forward every morning. Think. Think positively. Life is too short to have these uneasy moments. I want happy-ness! *fingers crossed*

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Back to the serious business of blogging, shall we? *wink*

Baby Day is a commercial activity at my (paid) work place. This is the first time we had Baby Day, and I was very excited. I was asked to work extra shift *yum..sniffing the money*, and my job title was photographer! How cool is that?! :) 

We had very busy morning. Parents floaked in to the shop..they asked advices from nurse; Pharmaceutical company reps where busy promoting their product. We handed out freebies. Few activities were going around too for the babies, little kiddos and US!! 
I know–I look like a chook. I woke up late, and I didn’t get enough time to organise myself. I rushed to work with my sleeping cloth underneath.

We did plenty of hand/foot print for the little ones, and I just couldn’y help myself toget one too. You see, back in where I come from, we don’t have such thing. Yeah, this masa-kecil-tak-pernah bahagia me, also wanted to get a handprint!

There you go! big kiddo got her handprint!

Aw! I deeply regreted it. It was so so so cold!! 

Face painting was another highlight of Baby Day. Most of the kids get their faces painted; my inner Chinesey, Malaysian kiasu-ism was playing up, I also joined everyone to enjoy the free painting. It is FREE, right? Why not? Hehehe 

Channy’s one is hell preeety!! But I don’t see myself in those nice  blue flowers on my face. Too pretty for me. *shy*

I asked for sun/stars instead. I always enjoy yellow, bright, cheerful that soft of color. I think it is awesome. 
Have a look at those twinkling stars! Don’t you think they look awesome on my family-size-pizza face? I think it is cool, man! =)

The barber from next door asked me if I have marijuana painted on my face. I told him: hell yeah. I do drugs, remember? :)  

Woo hoo! All gals got their faces painted. I am soooo happy. Yeah. If my boss wanted to tell me off for not taking my job seriously, at least I am not the only one who will get busted, right?!! =P 

Hehe! Happy big babes we are.

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