You study all your life to get a job. For most.. you one day realise you hate your job, you hate your profession, and you're in the wrong industry.

I've made the most out of being in the wrong industry.

I have a love/hate relationship with my job. Right now it's definitely a hate. There is no doubt that I've gained great experience in doing what I do, I've travelled to places I never would have gotten to see, I've worked with some really bizarre people, I've been inspired by extraordinary people, I've eaten extravagant "company paid" meals, I've drank far too much alcohol all "company paid", I've gained valuable marketable employee skills.. and last but not least I have managed to satisfy my professional ego.

But now I've realised that success isn't quite the salary package of your job, the expensive meals your company pays for you or the "title" of your position. The long hours, demanding deadlines and being under appreciated is not worth it anymore. Companies will try and brain wash you to thinking you're "valuable", but really no one is irreplaceable. To the left.. to the left..

So now I'm stuck in this conumdrum.. shall I stay or shall I go. Do I pursue my passions? Do I study more to gain a higher pressure, higher paying job which will see me working more hours? I really do not know.

The job market right now is booming yet fierce. You need that title as an experience. You need to bullshit some more to have that experience. My greed says change jobs and get that salary jump. But I know in a few years time I'll be back where I am now.

Is money that important? Yes.

Is it more important than family and loved ones? No

So now's the hard part.. FINDING MY PASSION!!!  We can't all win the $58 million lottery so that's off the list *cries*

Forgiveness may be granted but bitterness must remain forever. lol. There lies my motto.

I do not care if he or other people fall off the face of the earth, but to hear people talk about me behind my back PISSES. ME. OFF. Especially since they've acted like a 10 year old child and I've been the adult. Until now.

Think of yourself drunk, throwing up, hair a mess, face puffy, about to pass out. Oh and picture an eye reduction (to make them smaller), bad hair colour and snot running down your nose.

Now look at yourself in the mirror.

Well your reflection should look a lot better than my ex's current girlfriend. Okay okay call me a bitch or whatever, or superficial. But hey. I'm allowed to be. Looks don't mean the world and makeup helps,  believe me it does. BUT there are things makeup can't do girlfriend. So tell your stupid bf of yours that the size of his biceps don't make up for the lack of *cough*.. and just because you're dating a non asian doesn't make you a non asian okay?

Have some fukn asian heritage bitch. Oh and by the way big muscles are a turn off. It's the female equivalent of silicone implants. HA!

People that put such high good/bad moral judgement on alcohol, drugs, going out or anything like that are mindless fuckwits that need to step out of the dark ages. Who and what we choose to experience in life does not dictate whether or not we are good people. How we treat those around us does. 

Just because you stay at home with your girlfriend, spend your life wasting away in a gym and karaoke rooms does not make you a moral citizen. Your lack of empathy for people and knowledge of the world because your muscles have slowly overtaken your brain is becoming more and more apparent each day.

Just because I choose to look after my appearance (actually not as much now thanks to my bf's "you look beautiful without makeup" and "why don't you dress for comfort" policy) does not makeme vain. It shows that I have PRIDE in myself and empathy towards other people. The sight of me looking like your gf will surely scare people.. I don't want to do that.

And thus ends my rant. Feels good to be a bitch. I've missed it. I need to go out with the girls more. Rah rah rah.

Anyhoo lets move on. Boring people sadden me.

So Easter has come and gone. Update from me?

- My relationship is stronger than ever. 6 months next week! Gotta love my pookie for putting up with me and being so gorgeous. Happiness comes with a price.. and the price is  eating too much and laziness. Do you know it used to take me over 1 hr to get ready to go out? Now I hardly have time to blowdry my hair let alone straighten it.

- Work is boringer than ever. Granted clients have began to leave me better reviews even though I'm more "oh what the fuck" about my work. Meaning I really  don't give a shit because at the end of the day I do my job and they know less than I do. They love it when you talk about the same thing in 4 different sentences. Fark shoot me dead. The end. Now I better get my bonus and payrise!

- Money is disappearing and I don't know where it's going. I'm shopping way way less. Must be the boyfriend. I shall have to steal money out of his piggy bank to make up for it. Viet styles!

- My much anticipated overseas trip is umm unplanned. Fark. Oh well the leave is building up.

- The only place I seem to see people these days is raves. Lol. It must highlight the sadness of old age. And the fact that most of my friends don't go to raves must mean I have hardly seen anyone *hangs head low*. Hey it takes 2 to tango. I can't do all the work!

- My lovely 2 bedroom apartment hunting spree will have to wait. I can't wait to decorate and make the place all mine mine mine!!

- I missed them playing Into Deep at Q Dance (if they even played it). Sadness. Will have to wait for the next event :(

- Party retirement starts next year. That is all.