mama no trust me

my headbanging buddy whenever I listen to music in my room

look at him, enjoying his drumstick, without a care in the world

'tis now dusk. the sky is starting to get dark. and, lucky me! the ceiling light in my room is busted, so I have to make do with my night light. now you know my little secret, I sleep with a night light. if you are nyctophobic like me, and you can't sleep without a light on, you'll know that a night light has to be DIM. who can fall asleep with bright lights blaring into their eyes? so to have my night light on as a substitute for my normal reading lights, well let's just say, it's more of a source of comfort. I'll just have to make do with my light from my lappie's screen. my eyes are almost bleeding from the glaring brightness, but it's so much better than typing blindly on my keyboard. otherwise, (typing with my eyes shut) my blog post will look something like this. holy crap! I swear I had my eyes closed while I was typing that! I'm a wizard, teehee!

don't you hate it that your parents have no faith in you when it comes to finding a job? I went for a job interview a few days ago, and they told me they would call me back to confirm the working hours. my parents were hovering over me all day, asking whether they called back. they started doing that since morning and it was worse than having a fly buzzing around you. I mean, at least with a fly, you can swat at it and it'll leave you alone for a few minutes. but, with parents, you had to muster all the strength in you that you never knew you had before this, and answer them. no use swatting them away. it only makes them more annoyed, which is something you wouldn't want them to be. angry parents = you're dead. 

anyway, I told them, several times, NO, they haven't called yet. instead of an "oh" and walking away, they started saying things which doesn't make things, or me, feel better. 

"did they call yet?"

"no."

"they're not gonna call. you should probably find another job. I saw a good one in the job enlistment section of today's paper. why don't you try giving them a call?"

"no, mum. it's barely 3 in the afternoon yet. why can't we wait a little longer?"

"if they wanted you, they would've called you sooner. it's your fault for telling them you wanted to continue your studies."

"why is it MY FAULT? I just told them the truth!"

"no one wants to hire someone when they know he/she's going to be bailing after a few months."

note to self: never tell parents what happened during job interviews.

but, MY patience paid off. they called me at 5:31 pm. I don't care if it wasn't professional of them to call then, I just wanted to prove my mom wrong. God will not let misfortune fall upon those who tell the truth. WIN.

you know you're meant to study psychology when you're a more rational thinker than your mom. HAHA