Return of the Desperate Unemployeds

Back by popular demand (one popular person, ie Cia demands. So its back by popular demand geddit? - I won't blame you if you don't)
I reread it, and pondered.
Was I seriously that freak boreD?

Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Desperate Unemployeds: Episode One
The episode that started it all, the planning for the temple gathering.

Throw 3 unemployed girls and 1 student on MSN.
And you'd get rubbish guaranteed.

We are planning our desperate unemployeds outing tomorrow.
And to think, we are heading to four horse road temple to pray.
Praying for better luck.
Don't you bloody laugh at us for being old fashioned.
We are in our 20s, and are apparently asked to act our age.
So this is what 20-ish folks do alright.
We chiong temples to pray for better job/nicer boss/good husband/better life.

I can just picture the four of us, grabbing our auntie purses, struggling amongst the crowd to grab the joss stick.
Kneeling down to qiu qian.

Let this be our monthly gathering place.

We are contemplating begging companies to employ us.
Seriously 2 months of job search, and we are full fledged
Desperate unemployeds.
Membership is free.
For enquiries please send your email.

Desperate Unemployeds: Episode Two
No life blogging

Part of the tragedy of being a desperate unemployed is that you have absolutely no life.

Lin: What are you doing?
Me: Waiting for my xanga to load, its taking very long
Lin: Me too. We seriously have no life. (point seriously taken)

That is just so right.
And that is why, my hiatus is so freak short.
Anyway, in case you are curious.
I took that hiatus because:

Barbie doll: What are you doing?
Me: Online lor.
Barbie doll: What you doing online? Blogging again?
Me: SHIT YOU. (point seriously taken once again)

So that sparked off the hiatus, albeit really short.

Desperate Unemployeds: Episode Three
Drawings of the desperate unemployeds

Nothing to do on MSN, and with a new tool installed.
I started scaring fellow desperate unemployeds with disturbing pictures.

From foaming stickman lying on the ground, to stickman leaping off buildings, to stickman stabbing at her own eyes, decked in her favourite pink skirt, stickman hanging himself

If that is not disturbing images, I don't know what else is.

Desperate Unemployeds: Episode Four
That childhood secret.

** WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I actually mentioned it in my blog???? What was wrong with me? I honestly contemplated leaving this out. BUT, for the sake of popular demand.. bah
Laugh laugh laugh all you want la ok? BUT if you laugh in my FACE. I WILL KILL YOU...
UNDERSTAND?

Shared some secret from childhood with fellow members during MSN conversation.

This shall remain within the blog. Please do not spread this around.

When I was in Primary 5, I visited some temple of sorts in Bangkok.
The kind tourguide brought us to this wishing well sorta thing.
Except it was a mini pond and there was like a bowl in the middle of the pond.

Throw a coin into the pond and your wish would come true.
Very true! This place is blessed/holy

Or something to that effect.

And so I anxiously tossed my first coin, and on my very first attempt. It landed right smack in that bowl.
Everyone around turned and stared at me.
I could feel my parents beaming happily, and I was too!

So what did you wish for?
And that question wiped that smile off.

Damn it.
I wished for the stupidest thing.

I wish I'd be very pretty when I grow up. (-haha, yes, I shrank this on purpose)
(which obviously show the wishing pond is a fluke)

But looking back now, it struck me that
How could I be so bloody bimbo at the age of Pri 5?
Why didn't I wish to strike 4D?

Now, after my first attempt, I frantically tried throwing coins after coins again, this time, I wished my parents would strike rich with 4D or toto.
But then on, i don't know if it was my nervousness or my luck just ran out.. but I could no longer get that coin to go into that freak bowl. Which I swore seems to have grown smaller and smaller by my attemps.

Contrary to what Alicia thinks,
I did not wish to be a bimbo at Primary 5.
I just wished to be very pretty. That, I admit was a bimbo act. But I wasn't wishing to be a bimbo alright.

Anyhow, I am sharing this, because that was part of the desperate unemloyeds MSN conversation. That is really how desperately bored we were.

Desperate Unemployeds: Episode Five
Internet is our only salvation

We surf everything and anything (no, no porn)

Ashpixie made a startling discovery today.
Between me and her, we have forty friends in common.
Now, how can that bloody be?

Oh man.
But its times like these, when you have nothing to do, you start noticing crap like that.

Desperate Unemployeds: Episode Six
Men and babies.

That abandon and dead baby.
News (courtesy of ashpixie) have it that, the mother is charged for chucking her premature baby down the chute.
Baby girl is dead, and apparently mum is 23 reading Degree in Business in SIM.
Gosh.
Desperate Unemployeds discussed that in MSN Conversation.
How can she?

What happen to the dad? Why is the father of the baby not charged?
So the mother was the one that did the act. Chuck that baby that she carried for 6 months into that chute.
But where, oh where was that dad?
Why isn't that dad charged?
For not being there, for not stopping the mother from doing that to their baby.
The baby does not just belong to one.
I hate irresponsible men.
And that statement alone accounts for 99.99999999999999999999999% of the male population.
I shall not discuss about Males today. Another time perhaps.

Desperate Unemployeds: Episode Seven
The one about me.

This probably relate to only me.
But whilst surfing around the numerous blogs today, I read something from Toxictoadie that made me think abit on blogging.

She mentioned something about how people recreate another extension of him/herself in their blogs. And what they are writing in their blogs usually are not a true reflection of themselves. (or something to that effect, may have misrepresented)

But that made me wonder about myself.
Am I different from what I blog about?

The perfect person to ask I think, is Barbie doll.
Afterall, he got to know me through my blog.
And he mentioned previously,
That from what he reads from me blog, my life seems so interesting.

My life is not.
It is boring.
Just that perhaps I choose to blog about the interesting stuff that happen, or that the way I describe my boring life seems interesting to you.

Don't be misled.
Then again, I wondered about myself and the things I blog about.
I think I am the truest in my blogs.
I blog about my inner thoughts and feels, and more often than not, they contradict from that person you see when you are physically with me.
Not that I consciously recreate another me in my blog.
But there are aspects of me I cannot express in reality, and thus choose to let it show in my blog.

Perhaps that is why you cannot really judge a person through his/her blog.
Because their blog personalities and their real-life personalities often diverge.
But honestly, if you want to know the real me.
Its all in my blog.
I find that I sometimes mask myself in front of friends and family. I hide my true honest feelings and emotions.

Boy oh boy, do I sound fake now.