Dead Feet

The pain my feet endured during the debut was mild -- this I found out last Monday, when I literally walked my way to Libis for my OJT exam for Canon.

My poor dead feet.

"I can make it through the rain..."
"They can say anything they want to say..."
"When you're happy and you know it, clap your hands!"

Songs of encouragement did little to ease the terrible pain I endured, all because I attempted to wear something a little formal. In Zippy's terms, formal my ***! :P

Anyway, believe it or not, for the OJT exam, we (Zippy, Ken, Philip and I) actually got our own table for four inside our very own cubicle. Which more or less meant that the answering the exam became "a group effort". In one part, we even shared questionnaires! Oh well, it wasn't much cause for rejoicing since I still ran out of time answering the stupid math part. (Fractions = complete mental block!) That on top of the fact that my feet were still aching like hell.

Naturally, the flipflops I bought in Market! Market! felt like heaven. My feet were finally able to rest in peace. Haha. So I didn't mind walking all over the place, round and round the food area for some serious *******-hunting (hint: resibo).

We gave up the hunt after a few hours, haha. We watched Cursed, which turned out to be more funny than it is scary, what with its anti-climactic musical score during the movie's, erm, climax. And though Phi may still disagree, I believe Cursed is way better than Clockstoppers.

I went home late again that night. And my instinct was right... now I'm grounded. :P

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 Ken said...

All my efforts for those receipts were in vain. huhuhu...  

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 Anonymous said...

they
can
say
anything
they
want
to
say
try
to
bring
me
down
but
i
will
not
allow
anyone
to
succeed
hanging
clouds
over
me
and
they
....................o part mo na yan...  

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