Thursday, January 05, 2006



its the season where
the girls start donning high heels and pencil skirts, and heading off to earn $6.50 an hour in some mundane administrative job where they get free ice-cream and drinks.

where,
the guys are forcibly made to shave their heads and become as black as night can be, and are paid to be tortured; cast into the shadows of the island where friends and family will only see a glimspe of their faces come holiday or weekend.

and what am i doing?
i'm staying up till wee hours,
waking up at weird times,
not being productive to society,
and getting lazier and fatter by the second.

i really do need some semblance of a job.
PUAY! :) // 2:29 AM //