Panthera Sapiens Ellipsis: The Blog

Well, I am now unemployed. Considering I only told two people of my impending liberation, it's proof of the power of the mart's grapevine that pretty much the whole place was yelling bye bye to me at the end of my last shift. And trust me, the end of the shift could not have come quickly enough for me; I was counting down to the time of departure by two pm! And after all, it's not too surprising...I was looking forward to being free so much that I woke up early this morning to go to work so I could leave earlier. Ironic, I know, but that's how life often is. So the upshot is that my life has suddenly dwindled down again. Oh well, maybe the climbing of Mt. K next week will be good fodder for my writing. I seem to have hit a block lately...

I went swimming yesterday with the Pig at the local complex. The larger pool was closed for some obscure reason, so we had to swim in the smaller little mites' pool, which brings me to the title of this post. It's a word I found in the paper (probably misspelled), and means 'taking delight in the misfortune of others'. Well, I certainly would have taken much delight in the misfortune of the mites I met yesterday in the pool. Our unfortunate meeting was brought about by one of them lobbing a board at me, hitting me on the head none too gently. I threw it back. They splashed me (all five of them--one male and four females). The Pig and I splashed them back, which led to a water war. The Pig retreated, and so did I, albeit I did so less hastily. The idiots then sent the male to PULL OUR HAIR, which obviously was meant to be offensive, and began yelling comments which were meant to be insulting and probably were, by preschool standards. So the war restarted, which culmina

I'm 18 now, and have been so for about 48 hours. Therefore I am now legally able to smoke if I wanted to or access certain (ahem!) websites, again, if I wanted to. I don't want to do either anyway, not at the present moment at least. I am 18, working, and hating it. I was planning to resign, actually, before my birthday on the past Sunday; it's one of my busiest days of the week as I go to church in the morning, rush to piano lessons after that, wolf down a bit of lunch, and try to arrive at the mart by 12.30 for work. Needless to say I usually fail to make it on time. As I said, I was planning to resign, and nearly did so until my mom got wind of my plans, upon which she told me not to with the best of reasons: 'You stop work and you get out of the house!' Well, I don't particularly want to be homeless at this time (I haven't finished the books yet) so I stuck with the job. I'm now, as aforementioned, hating it and making very sure everybody around me

I suppose this would be the appropriate post in which to wish everyone a Happy Chinese New Year. Well then, Happy Chinese New Year, everybody. I know I don’t sound too festive, but then I’m not the one living it up on the Peninsula. Yes, that’s right: my family has left me, alone except for my maternal grandmother, to work in the mart and get my salary while they go to visit my paternal relatives and my parents’ old friends, collecting red packets of cash all the way. Of course they’ll take mine, too—I call it remote control cash—but I hope they don’t think to cheat me out of my rightfully earned money. After all, I’m the one working here while they eat the open houses out of house and home. All things considered, though, I’m not too badly off. The computer is finally fixed (Thank God) and I now have the freedom I have sought so long (to go online for long periods). It’s not quite what I expected, though: I find I have curiously little to do online now, apart from checking my m