You know the feeling.

You’re the new kid on the block. The fresh meat. The chef’s special in a sea full of take-aways. All eyes are on you.

This is us. Read this or else:

Yeah hello. Life is shit however.

And being the brand new person in a big bad world of the internet can never be easy. The same applies to the workplace, school etc. If you’re the new person… Hah! Good luck.

You have the usual cliched groups of the popular kids. The automobile blogs (= jocks in school/bosses in the workplace), the bimbo slut blogs (the whores in school with 52GG breasts/ slags at work who sleeps with anyone with a pulse), the feminist blogs (the school lesbian/ perpetual PMS lady boss), the technology blogs (geek in the school that never gets the girls/ the geek at work that never gets the girls), the local language blogs (the group of similar raced kids sitting together in school), and the rest of the holier-than-thou-because-i-came-first blogs (bastards at school/ pure bastards with bastard hearts at workplace).

It’s daunting. It’s hard when you’re the only normal one there. The one with a little bit of everything. The balanced one.

Here’s what you can do to fit right in to the freakshow that is life.

1. Talk

Yes. Talk. Simple as.

If you’re going to go somewhere new and not speak. Then by god you’re going to turn into another cliched group all unto yourself – the one-post-a-millenium-blog (the weird kid in school who cuts himself / the co-worker who you’ve only heard talk once. To himself).

After that. You wait.

2. Wait

Let them deliberate your fate. Are you in or are you out?

3. Woohoo!

Congratulations. By talking and waiting you’ve succesfully woohoo-ed! You’re now part of the mix.

Well of course, these 3 steps are not without their failures. So attempt at your own risk. I mean, how bad can talking get?

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Well,  you die. From exhaustion. And no one will be there at your funeral.

Welcome to readthisorelse. We promise to blog often. But only often enough. Don’t want to die from exhaustion now do we?

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I’ve been getting headaches quite frequently lately. Could be because of those buggars bacterias or maybe i’m having brain tumour. One of the above.

haha.

Anyways, my room’s almost complete! I cleared my mess. From over 8 boxes of stuff I managed to stream it down to maybe 2 boxes? I threw away all my notes So emo cos I am a pack rat. Printed ones. Kept my assignments, projects, printed journals. hahaha. I decided to live by this motto “when I’m hesitating whether or not to throw, I just throw!!!” lols. Still got some stuff in one box which I’m too lazy to put away. I took pictures of all the things in my room. I will update someday

My room’s so empty, I like! Its like as if I just moved in. less stuff. more space!

Once I am done with the room, I need to clear my wardrobe to 50%! hahaha. Like seriously, I need to throw away clothes. Donate to charity, give away to needy kids somewhere in Africa or Palestine. It needs to be sent to someone who might need it more than I do.

My mess now is no longer a mess. There are about 20+ bags of rubbish. one HUGE box of magazines, one HUGE box of notes and about 5 other bags of rubbish from the earlier initial clean up. That’s how much of rubbish i’ve accumulated over the 5 years that i’ve been staying here.

My parents are asking me to do my masters soon. I’m still contemplating. I need to do more social work and get to know the industry first before making my way to do masters. I feel that I need more experience to actually decide what I want to do as a career. My degree was just meh. Not much exposure for me as I did it in HELP.

Haihs.

So yeah, what would Jesus do man?

I always wonder what if Jesus was a girl, 22 years old, just graduated from college, got a part time job which she has a love-hate relationship with, just got her pink room do?

Some photos, just because!

* eh correction, elaine’s 22nd! HAHAHA. Sorrylah, old already, keep on thinking elaine’s still 21! haha

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