holiday, so far.

I've realized how much I want to stay here and not go back. I think Ireland's great but being home is...great. er.
Wow, think I'm losing touch...with the English language in general.

I've been meaning to apply for work but have realized now that 'meaning to' and 'actually doing it' are two very different things and thus have produced nothing tangible so far. I've worked it all in my mind, but that is as far as it goes. There's the resume to be typed out (really though? I thought I'd simply come in and "charm" the boss into employing me, whatever that means) but I've put it off until a to-be-announced date. I think my dad is finding it slightly incredulous that I'm willing to sacrifice my sleep for money. I do too somewhat. I used to think my extended sleeps were priceless, and that for everything else there was MasterCard. (BAM! NOTLAME)

I'll see how it goes (standard Malaysian answer). See how. If can then can, if cannot then cannot. Wait, what?

Job of the year must be an Olympic games reporter. Get paid to watch the games live in Beijing. It doesn't matter which sport, I'm sure table tennis is just as exciting as synchronized swimming and rowing if not better. Bad news is you get employed only once every four years hence for every year of luxury, there's three years of extreme poverty and destitution. I don't know what my point is anymore. That's it for now I think.