I got the job!
I got the job!
I got the job!
I got the job!
I got the job!
So did Weelyn!
So did Weelyn!
So did Weelyn!
So did Weelyn!
So did Weelyn!
:D

It was a less-than-a-minute interview, and there were approximately 50 people vying for 18 positions. People were all dressed up pretty formally. Why? Because the woman said "No jeans, no round neck tees, etc." It's like, "So formal for what?! For a less than a minute interview? RIGHT." I prayed damn hard during the day, because I desperately wanted this job! And I got it, and so did Weelyn! Because our dear friend, was telling me she might not get it, but she did! I'm just hoping the people we're gonna work with will be nice. :D

Met Farah, Clarissa and Eunice to go get another job, a 2-day one. It's rather pathetic, but you could do with a little more cash! :D Before I can even start on that PROPER job, I've started spending. :/ We've walked a million miles in total, that my heels are really painful, and I was merely wearing flats. Goodness. Yes, I do admit that I spent quite a lot. But they were all bargain goods! :D I think I've pretty much improved on my shopping. Thanks to Farah, and somewhat of Weelyn for making me discover the "beauty" of Bugis Street. It IS rather gross, hot, sticky, etc, but it has the cheapest shit ever. I bought 4 shirts for 40 bucks, each 10 bucks. And the thing is, with that 40 bucks, I USED to be able to only get one shirt, one Paul Frank tee. HA! See the dff. And plus, the 4 shirts I got, are pretty much those stonewashed ones. So, even better!

I must thank Weelyn for being such a kind friend. First, she called me somewhat non-stop in the morning to make sure I was awake, and not late for the interview, and I didn't even tell her to call. Then, she risked getting shouted at by my brother, by calling my house phone. And woke Clarissa up to get my mom's number, so she could call my mom for help. But, when she called Clarissa, I called her back. And Clarissa was pretty pissed, because she was still asleep. Lol! Then, she braved the heat of Bugis Street, and help on to my bag which weighs a ton, and other shopping stuff, and waited pretty patiently, in her long sleeved black shirt. Wa, seriously, she's too nice to be true. Quite hard to believe. Lol!

So here comes the weirdest analogy I've pretty much come across. It's about me and my clothes. Here goes...

When I bring home a pair of Levi's and show it to my mom, she won't ask much, but only for the price, which would be over a 150 or so. Other than the price, she wouldn't say anything else. BUT. When I tell her I bought a pair of skinnies from Bugis Street for 35 bucks (but I don't use the term 'skinnies' for she knows not what skinnies are), she scolds me, and asks me why didn't I buy my jeans like from Giordano (which I pretty much dislike).

...Seriously, did that make any sense to you, because it sure didn't make any to me. If I get something expensive, she keeps silent, but when I get something cheap, she scolds me. Oh my.

I went for Confession yesterday, and I've been trying to be nice, to not sin, to not say vulgarities, and to not be racist. Farah, see, I'm still quite successful eh, I've yet to say THAT word. HA! :D

Congrats to Eunice and Farah on their last day of work!

Today has been one good day for me, except the discovery of the weirdest analogy and I hope the N level results were good, because it'd be our turn soon. :/

MRS AUDREY CULLUM
8:16 PM