Let's talk about;; PERFECTION (and how it should works)

Perfection. It makes everything so boring. But right now;; I am striving for perfection. I'm at the booth (when I'm actually writing this down;; anyway. I think it was like;; 10 am??). Ooh;; my handwriting really sucks. I guess it's due to me not writing anymore. I mean;; what is there to write about?? Since I had (in the past) stayed home so much (and there happened to have a computer which I can use whenever I want for how long I desired);; I've taken to typing. My typing rate is quite okay;;but since I started working;; my typing rate had decreased.

Should I also add in;; DRAMATICALLY. Yeah. I'm also being dramatic.



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Yeah;; sux. And I've only been working for three days (including yesterday). I guess some things just didn't want to stay;; eh??


Ahaa ;P


I love imperfections. If perfection is boring;; that that's just mean that imperfections are so very interesting. I'm not being sarcastic;; but merely being truthful.


;)


My job for the past three days was to sell as many bags as possible everyday. Haahaa. That's improving to be unsurprisingly HARD! My mom rented a space in Carrefour (Wangsa Maju) and roped in my aunt whom have worked at Masjid India before (also by selling bags. You could say that it kinda like runs in the family??? My two uncles also work at that place;; selling bags. Haahaa. It' kinda like coincidence right??) to work at the space;; of course receiving salary (daily).


So this is how I came into the picture::

Since my school days are over;; I'm asked to help my aunt maintain the booth. And;; I think my parents have ulterior motives (that they aren't ashamed of admitting when I asked);; that is to get my feet wet in the business world. You could say that I was getting a lesson in life from my parents and my aunt. They want me to get used to selling things;; learn how to satisfy customers;; and think about how to give good service to the customers. Kind like. Also how to make customers COME to us.

Ceh.

It's not like I'm over with school;; actually.

^.^

It's just that;; PMR examination is OVER. for any mentally health and rasional Form 3 students whom live in Malaysia and took the exam;; it's like getting a vacation.

So;; basically speaking;; we don't have to go to school anymore cause there's no more exams waiting~. The PMR is like;; the BIGGEST examination ever (for the time being. In two years then SPM is the biggest examination). So;; when it's over;; it's done;; and after that;; we can do whatever we want for kinda like two months;; before school starts again next year.

Like I've tried to explain countless (well;; not really. I just don't want to bother myself with counting how many times it actually is) of times already;; we're free. That's all there is to it. there's no need for us to study anymore- like I said before;; for the time being;; that is.

So finally ended up being a full-time worker at this small booth (that demands ridiculously high rent price monthly).

People walked by;; stop to look and went away (to do whatever they're intending to do). That;; is totally not perfection. :(

Perfection is when swarms of people come to our shop (booth) and look around;; make their decisions an came to me. Yeah babe;; let's talk about money. Ahaa ;P

Now THAT;; is what I'd call;; PERFECTION.

What is exactly the definition of the words;; you say?? Hmm;; for me;; perfection would be;; getting what we ant;; how we want it;; that exact time we want it;; and then something that will cheer us even more thrown into the mix out of fate's kindness of heart.

Haahaa.

Philosophy. I can't think without using it!

;)

ALHAMDULILLAH~~!!!! Allahu akbar! Allahu akbar! Allahu akbar!

Like any other person my age;; living in Malaysia;; this is like;; ONE OF THE BESTEST TIME EVER~!!!


The war is finally over;; this is just soooooooooooooo amazing!!
I mean;; this feels so amazing that I think I'm gonna drop dead any second now!!!

Okay;; that's over exaggerating but hey;; everyone exaggerates!!! 
So;; PMR is history;; so let's bring on the PMRI baby~~!!!


XDDDDDD
Ooooh;; feeling sooooo high~~

I'm calling 'cut'!!

The plan;; the surviving-this-week-with-chocolate-and-boiled;; filtered-water-plan-only was unfeasible. Like I said;; my parents kept eating out that it didn't really happen ...


Anyway;; it's my willpower I guess. I am known by everybody around me to have such weak willpower ... I wasn't really proud of the fact;; to be exact.


I thought I can hold on to my original plan for a week (yess;; I was confident I can do it ... That sounds sooo stupid right???). If any of you is in a "What the heck is this person talking about???!!" kind of position while reading this;; read my previous post ... Though I think that's kinda confusing too;; can't help it I guess~~


Ahaa ;P


The conclusion is;; I have no willpower. Literally.

Survival Instinct

My house right now is like a jungle;; full of potential foods but not really edible ones. There was actually nothing to cook;; there was only rice under the sink in that large red thingy. I don't klnow what to call it;; as it;; turthfully;; looks like a bin to me.


But that would make it sound disgusting. But it's clean;; really clean!! There's no rats or rodents at our house;; so they don't eat from the red bin. So;; you better say that I'm normal.I mean;; I am;; anyway. I needn't your yes to convince myself that I'm as normal as any person!


Anyway;; I got swept away by emotion there;; ahaa ;P.  So;; really;; the purpose of this post is to tell about the Situation at my house.


I felt like I was living in a war camp;; with little food and lots off water;; because the war camp was located near a river.

No;; I didn't drink urine water at the imaginary war camp;; I drink from the river.
And yes;; I make sure that no one was peeing into it before I scooped with a dish to boil it on the fire. 
Yes;; I boiled my water because I'm a NORMAL;; CLEAN person.


Okay;; got swept by emotion again. Let's start.


So;; I drink warm water at the war camp. The place was actually very comfortable;; we're placed near a shady clump of birch trees. The weather was hot;; but yesterday it rained;; but even when it does not rain there's always the breeze that's available here the year throghout.


The War was raging around me;; I have already spent three days fighting like heck. It was a mind-numbing experience;; having to fight in the War. My family didn't really help me;; except my parents whom give me a wise word or two. Other than that I'm on my own.


Oh;; yeah;; the Situation. Inside the bag of supplies inside our tent;; there's nothing much;; just chocolates and stale bread.  Oh;; and also a large bag of uncooked rice that could supply us for a month.


The War was nearly at it's end;; we don't really need that much rice. I predict it to end by this Tuesday;; which is next week. But I also foresee a battle of wits of sorts coming after the War... Yes;; I can predict the future!


Also;; this past few weeks or so didn't see us catching any fish from the river. Our fresh-food-less state got me thinking. It made me realize how much I love fish. Seriously.

My mom doesn't even cook anymore. She kept begging my dad to eat out. And we eat out alot.


Anyway;; when I woke up this morning;; my stomach yearned for food. I go to the bag of food supplies and looked dully inside it. Nothing much;; really. There's only the said untempting food lying inside.


Finally I reached my hand into the fridge and took the chocolate. I will admit;; I'm quite a chocaholic;; but I didn't want to live on chocolate!! As a true asian;; I can't stand a week without eating rice;; at all. It would surely feel weird!


So;; my breakfast today was a lump of 'XXXX's cooking chocolate' (I liked the taste;; different from those wrapped inside aluminium foils and pretty wrappings. But I ate it just for a change;; not that I prefer it over those pretty-priced chocolates.)


Soooo;; the challenge today I guess is;; can I survive on eating chocolate and drinking warm water ONLY for a whole week??? I would like to try ...


I think I'll start today. I am sure that I will feel tortured before long.
Ahaa ;P

The BIGGIE (PMR Trial)

My name is Syuichi. Now, I have a really huge problem here. I seem to suffer from the critical DWTSCL a.k.a Don't Want To Study (Cuz Lazy) disease; which have spread to practically everyone around my age.

I felt really anxious. The reason for my uneasiness is that I can't guarantee that I will get straight A's in the upcoming real examinations.

Today is Saturday. It's 9 o'clock in the morning here in Malaysia. I was supposed to open the KHB (Form 1) textbook and took in all the facts written in that thing.

I have to do that. Seriously.

I HAVE TO STUDY.

I HAVE TO GET A's.

Have to study.

Oh. This is so hard to believe.

Gah! I think I'm going now. Goodbye virtual world.