Dancing Bush

Freaking hell. That's not how a president should behave. Or dance.

Ronald MacDonald's teenage daughter

It's time for Ronald to retire.

Although I thought his daughter would be very much fatter than this.

Any day other than today will be a better day.

Yippee!!

All done. Over. Full-stop. Period.

At the end of today, when all's done, I finally realized how strung up I was for the past few days. Did I bloody ask for it? You bet.

But will I kick myself for it? Maybe... not.

You know when you complain how lowly paid you are comparing to the amount of workload and working hours you put yourself through, and someone tries to encourage you by saying, "Well, you gain skills, knowledge. And that is something that no one will be able to ever take away from you. That is yours!" Wow, that's great! I don't deny that- but can that be eaten? And I didn't know that companies can "take away" your deserved monthly pay if they see deem fit. I can work with that amount of workload, gain that extra set of skills and knowledge, and still be better paid.

-_-

I mean, be practical la. You can stay for a while, thinking that way, thinking that you gain more than the company gains from you slogging - but you try thinking that way for years, you're stupid. your naivety has gone to the extreme. you're probably too lazy to find a job.

Can you imagine, while you're being altruistic and all, thinking the company is so darn proud of you, slogging 2-3 persons' jobs, getting 1 person's (low) pay; the company is thinking, "That's a great worker! Helps me save costs, and yet so cheap! Good thing he's staying on. Well, let him think that we're letting him gain exposure!"

Hahaha.

The cruel truth? That's Capitalism, my dear. With a capital C.

Shall we become farmers you say? That will be ideal, won't it? Till maybe, the government wants crop tax.

That being all said - aren't we all sadly, in the damn rat race still? Despite all the complaints, whinings, groanings, sighings, and all sounds of frustration and stress.

Well, at least, I am. Like, still harbouring the sickening glimmer of hope in the bureaucratic, corporate world. That's why I asked for the extra workload. Since I am not going to kick myself, maybe someone do it for me?

I feel kinda dreary and everything, but I don't know where to start. SOOO, instead of the usual complaining about work and shit, I am well, veering away from that. Cos I might feel lousier after blogging.

Anyway, this is old stuff, but I like this so much. So damn funny -

If only I know what's the song played at the end of the video. Cheers me up.

Bathed Fatty today - and he left me scratch marks. :(

But he made it up by licking furiously at my fingers when I held him tight. :D

Ahh, long week ahead and I guess this is not really the best time to blog. So much to talk about. And actually, I found a faster way to air my grievances - Twitter. Hah.

Well wish me luck. I sure do need that this week.

Fatty aka Norbit

Fatty is getting so cute, I can't stand it.

JUST LOOK AT HIM!!! His chubby cheeks!!! And black wriggling nose!!!

Don't mind me - I seldom gush at such cute things. But just look at him! How can you not melt at the sight of him! A big bruise as a nose. Eyes that widen at the slightest thing. Cheeks that are soft and chubby. Fluffy soft fur. And droopy balls.

Yup. Droopy balls that drag on the floor as he hops around fervently/happily.

He's acting like a dog now. He once licked my fingers as I was carrying him like a baby. (aww) He hops around the house, and sits under my table like a mother hen. Even greets you when you return home from work - hops to you, stop for a moment and return to his cage, expecting you to feed him. He does that to every family member and that's why he's getting fatter. And when you feed him from the box, he will place his paws in the box and pull the box from you, should you try to stop him from eating more when he's not yet done.

He lets you bathe him, but grunts softly under his breath. I terrorize him sometimes - I pounce on him and then ruffle his head. He squeezes his eyes shut and let me bully him. When I finally leave him alone, he will stand there dazed for a while (with messy fur), before hopping furiously away for his life (while I laughed away at the background, witch-style).

Here's Fatty - praying for more food. (And yes, that's a blue leash - my sister brought him out to the park for a walk. Ya, so he could be probably praying that he wouldn't be chased by random dogs as well. But being greedy Fatty, I think it's the former.)

Ass said that no one blogs anymore, but when I do ever blog, it was all about Fatty! Oh no.

But again, there's nothing that great in my life currently. All same all same - same lousy job, same boss, same old sick life.

But Fatty.. hee! Aww! I just want to squeeze him like a soft toy!