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Thursday, May 25, 2006

here comes another early bird entry. it's 542am. but i think i've stayed up for a rather good reason, done something worthwhile. i went to the storeroom and dug up a pile of month old newspapers, and i took the trouble to go through every single rugged, old newspaper's ad section, and i've noticed that some ads never fail to appear for every single copy of newspaper, and as expected, it's those bogus jobs, mostly surveyors, boasting "high" pays and commission. i was right all along, these jobs are gay. so it's best to ignore them. at the end of it all, i snipped out several part time job ads, which i think are worthy of calling up and enquiring about, and they are piled nicely on my table now, phew, and now, i finally get to rest. yup, almost all are for students. my only fear is that there are no more vacancies left. while going through the papers, i found this particular part which tickled my insides, lol, quite funny la. here is it:

on the last day of kindergarten, all the children brought presents for their teacher. the florist's son handed the teacher a gift. she shook it, held it up and said, "I bet it's some flowers!"
"that's right!" shouted the little boy. then the candy store owner's daughter handed the teacher a gift. she held it, shook it and said, "I bet I know what it is! It's a box of candy!"
"That's right!" shouted the little girl. the next and final gift was from the liquor store owner's son. the teacher held it up again and saw that it was leaking. she touched a drop with her finger and tasted it.
"Is it wine?" she asked.
"No," the boy answered. The teacher tasted another drop.
"Is it champagne?" she asked. And once again, the boy shook it his head and gave a similar answer.
"Then what is it?" she asked.
The boy answered, "It's a Puppy!"

alright, i think im kinda tired now, and i need my precious sleep. im off.


do you feel it yet? all these hinting, only leads to my one and only ulterior motive.
sometimes i still wonder whether you actually know or not.
Purple Rose;
2:45 PM