I want heart shape one

Today's bla : Found this super funny website : Women with Mustaches!!!

If my body and soul allowed, I think I might work overtime for today because of the strike.

Personally, I love strikes because it shows the freedom of speech and it gives me the impression that if you want something, do whatever it takes to get it. Apart from that, I think I love it because I seldom see a movement like that.

I know strike is bad for other people i.e those managers, owners, business deals, etc but you can't look at the cons of everything.

Also, it's a new thing to me and it doesn't exist from where I came from (M'sia). In Malaysia, if you go on a strike for 10 minutes and the Government doesn't like it, your ass would be locked up by the ISA in a cold holding cell and get fed 3 super cold curry meals per day and you only get to shower once a week. 

Ok. I am joking about the showering part, but who knows what crappy stuffs are going down there.

Back to Australia Post, those labourers and workers want higher pay without losing any conditions. They want bullying and intimidation to cease without losing their job. I don't think that's too much to ask for.

Anyways, that means more work for me. I don't really mind nao since,

I AM FINISHING ON THE 23rd OF DECEMBER WHICH IS TOMORROW!!

Phew. I thought this tiring-crap never ends.
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I want to say and make it clear right nao!

I want a pink car next time!!

And my car-exhaust must look like this :

Got exhaust's emitted toxic fumes also must be ''lovely'' ones.

 

You know you love me, JOsh

Busy for Him

Today's bla : '' It's so busy you don't even have time for toilet, '' - Anonymous. I give full support of 200% for that statement because I am like that nao.

If you haven't know, I have to work 5 days a week in this horrible place. It's tiring and hard but the pay is good. [ABBA's song playing - ''Money, Money, Money''] Money for holidays next year. ;) *check*

So anyways, if that wasn't enough to kill me, I have church activities on the weekends.

Dancing, skit, and choir. Doesn't sound much but the practices needed for those items can kill a man like me. Almost.

But I realised something.

It's good for me to be involved with church activities because when you think about it, it's so much better serving and singing at church than staying at home. Because to me, staying at home means sleep, wake up and complain that it's boring for a Sunday afternoon; go back to sleep again, wakes up, Blog that it's boring for a Sunday night.

I can tell you now, if I were to stay at home during weekends, I'd have really gone bonkers, cuckoo and wawa. I'd be complaining my butt off that it's hot in the afternoon, it's boring, sleepy, etc (you get the idea..). And at the end of the day, I'd be frowning in deep exasperation and be really agitable.

For example, my dadd would be nice to me and I'd throw fits of T-Rex's tantrums.

''Jooooshuaaaaa!'', calling from the hall.

''WHAT IS IT?!!!'', exasperated.

''You eat already or not? Got some rice in the cooker still. If you want you can..'', and I didn't even let my dadd finish and I'd go,

"I EAT ALREADY! HOW MANY TIMES I TOLD YOU I EAT ALREADY!!", irritated.

"WHY YOU ALWAYS ASK FUNNY QUESTIONS", very irritated.

"I AM 18 YOU KNOW, I KNOW WHEN TO EAT OK?!!!", super duper irritated.

".......'', *quiets* and then because of that, I would lead my dadd in thinking why hadn't he had that particular OP1 student as his son.

So since I don't want to throw dinosaurs' tantrums at my dadd or mumm, I go out. To church.

Busy as it is, I find that it's a real pleasure when those audience applauded with happiness and enthusiam because of the effort in our dance, skit, choir, etc etc.

So honestly, I am very busy; but it's all for the good Lord up there. Ergo, it's all good.

I want to thank Frank and Kevin and Aunt Siew and those people who taught me to sing, dance and act. Even if I looked a retarded humpty-dumpty in the dance. 

By the way, my dadd complains I am crazy in joining too much activities in church that I don't even have time to rest and go toilet.

It'd be more relaxed after Christmas, daddy.
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Talk about Christmas, gosh. I haven't buy any presents. Seriously, I have a dilemma nao.

I am good in thinking of what to give people and friends for their Birthdays, Christmas, Valentines, etc.

But I am not good in giving my OWN family presents. Firstly, it's not a habit. It's always,

 ''Jooooshuaaaa, your birthday is tomorrow, let's go Malaya Corner and celebrate!''


Or because I didn't fully cultivate a habit in giving presents to my family when I was younger, it's pretty darn hard nao. But it shall not stop me.


So tell me, should I be typical or creative?


Because through catalogues and advertisements, I found these :

1) 1 and a half carat of diamonds for mummy. $1499. That would be like burning a Boeing-747's size hole in my wallet.


Cannot.


Confirm Fail.

2) 3-way blade shaver for daddy. But my daddy already has 2!!


Fail again.


Dilemma isn't it?
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Family is family. But what about me then? I never buy presents for myself.


And since I worked so hard until my hands became like this, I should buy myself a nice Christmas present too. To perk me up.

1) Canon's Tru-Capture digital camera. Me love this.


OR

2) Nikon's freaking big ass DSLR for $1498! It's so extravagant but it doesn't even fit in my pocket and weighs TWO tonnes!.. But me still love.
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Hmmmm. I shouldn't think so much first.

Think others better than me-self nao. Parents' prezzie!!

Gonna go shopping!


P.S - One of the reaons I feel deeply obliged to buy presents for my daddy n mummy is because they are sponsoring me for my 2-month holidays in Malaysia! ;)

 

You know you love me, JOsh

"Australia's flies lousy wan"

Today's bla : As I whacked a fly the other day with only a tissue, my mumm saw it and she had to comment: ''The flies in Australia are blind I think, so lousy one.''

A few weeks ago, my mumm told me that my holidays in Malaysia would be boring because it's a whole 2 months/60 days, which I thought it was kind of true (motherly-wisdom..) if I didn't plan it properly from the start.

So, I have decided to start planning my itinerary for Kuching now.

Any ideas from the Kuchingnites reading this?
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Just a few weeks ago, I was heading to my new home and just a stone's throw away, I saw this.

The driver must had felt itchy on his butt and lost focus as he scratched it drove too fast for his own good and directed straight into a tree.

Looked like he was going at least 60kmph to have that sort of dent.

See?! The tree is like, slanted to one side!!

Poor, poor tree..

P.S - All you illegal downloaders from LimeWire or elsewhere, you can start downloading Christmas Carols because this is the season to be jolly, fa-la-la-la-la. ....

You know you love me, JOsh