The clock is ticking down to my usual slumber land departure. I had two sushi rolls and a bag of Starburst gummi sweets for dinner because I had a rather large substantial plateful of spicy belacan fried rice cooked by yours truly which tasted better than I thought it would because of the added sweetness from the softened fried onion and tangy soy sauce and white pepper whisked into the egg mixture.
It's been a while since I've been this happy with something as simple as fried rice with nary a vegetable or meat in sight or even in my tummy after the meal.
I've been caught in a bit of a Sudoku and word puzzle games frenzy lately due to boredom and residual impact from reading the daily news. Now who says reading isn't good for you? I do, as it detracts me from my usual routine of studying (occasionally), internet-ing (a whole lot more than I need to), and indulging in the weekly downloaded shows (at least five times a week owing to the amount of different and upcoming shows I follow).
I am happy for being gym-happy more than usual this week as I actually worked on the treadmill for half an hour and burned approximately 250 calories on that one particular day. Now to just up the ante a little and push myself further to run at least three times a week. Somehow I don't see that happening anytime too soon. Well, at least yoga is coming along great even though the class is packed most of the times I've attended.
My mind must not have been listening to my subconscious thought when I signed up as a volunteer for the Run for the Kids Good Friday Appeal held by the Royal Children's Hospital. Not only is it a full on six hours event deal, which involves marshaling the runners to the starting points and setting up drink aid stations at the recovery areas, I have to be up at the crack of dawn (maybe before actually) and be at the place by 6.30 am to begin our volunteering work.
Incomprehensible actions and reasonable thoughts do not mix in my brain apparently.
I've been trying to get a part time job which hasn't worked so well. I guess it's mostly my fault as I've been pretty lax and not as enthusiastic about it as I should be or at least as a person looking for some extra cash should be. The pickiness and finickiness factors come into play as well because I really can be too fussy in my choice of work place and conditions of pay. And one really cannot be too choosy in this field of work. Well, I already submitted a resume to this candy shop and hopefully I do get called back about it. I really am considering working full time through the Easter break if I do get a real job somewhere nearby my place preferably. Maybe waitressing wouldn't be too bad after all. Yeah, me transporting mounds of delicate food on fragile heavy plates while trying to look elegant in my simple black shirt and musty food stained apron.
Sure why not. Now I just need someone to teach me the secret to stylish waitressing and how to dress the part like those perfectly combed and dressed waitresses in the movies oozing potential cum perfect bosoms.
Hmm, nice legs. Though I don't know if you're strong enough to handle all the panhandling that comes with the job.
