Life's a Bastard

Why life is such a bastard?
Why do some people get every fucking thing?
It wasn't fair.

- Gemma

That was from a book I'm currently reading.
A girlish book.
The Other Side of the Story by Marian Keyes.

There's just too many things to do on earth.
Wondering if Martians are also that busy.
But then I think there is no solid evidence of life there.

House hunting is tiring.
Staying here is draining.

Je suis fatigué.

Work gonna start next Monday.
Ergophobia?
I hope not.
I'm going to be an investment accountant starting next Monday.
Some people might be curious about my career, which bank or MNC I got into, how much I'm earning, etc. etc.
But work related matters would never be stated in this blog.
That's professionalism?

Previously, my life was hectic with job hunting and interviews.
There is just too many interviews.
And I just realized what a puddinghead I am.
Because that time the results were not out yet.
So considering the fact that everyone is kiasu-cum-kiasi here, they would definitely state EXPECTED 1st class honours in their resumé.
Only dumbass people like me innocently wrote down EXPECTED 2nd upper class honours.
So I guess I get less calls as compared to those FAKE 1st class honours.

With 1st class honours, you send your CV out in the morning, you would get a call in the afternoon, asking you to go down for an interview tomorrow.
That is a realistic down-to-earth earth.

I got another offer today.
When you need them, they never appear.
When you don't need them, they keep coming.

Sometimes I believe in faith.
Everything will work out fine.
Every little scattered pieces will fall into the correct places when the time comes.
They never fail me.

The more you are desperate of something, the further that something drifts away.
Sometimes I get nervous too but I wear a nonchalant face a.k.a. I-don't-give-a-wee-fuck face.
That's what people said.
When you are desperate, you make mistakes, fumble and fall.

Just like those shown on tv dramas when a geeky nerd faced guy approaches a hot chick.
He is desperate because he's still a virgin when his jock friends got laid a zillion times.
So he would stutter, his limbs get twitchy and accidentally grope at the wrong place.
And the girl runs away.
He got kicked at the nuts before the girl ran away.

Anyways, the medicine got a kick out of me.
My poetry nerves haven't thought of anything to continue the poem below.

A day has passed by without me thinking of you less
Another day has passed by without me wanting you less

- Tiny Loon