jobsfactory is watching you!

jobsfactory.com keeps sending me emails from someone called "The Matchmaker", a clever nickname they are obviously very pleased about. I am not pleased though, because its making me feel like i'm an unemployed bum. i have a job, okay? i am contributing to society! i am a productive individual! but they send me email after email with no sign of "employed & useful and dont need us to send you pathetic emails? click here to unsubscribe!" anywhere. perhaps they have been spying on me, secretly assessing my personality in secret government labs located deep underground Ang Mo Kio, and have decided i will be useless. i should just quit my job and enjoy life in defiance!

i am actually very tempted to quit and become a waitress. perhaps i will go to france and fall in love with a corner cafe/bookshop with a brass bell that tinkles when you open the door and a ginger cat called Toto that we put milk down for at the back courtyard. I'll live there for the rest of my life, inherit the place, marry a frenchman and have ten blue-eyed children, all who will speak fluent french and call me 'mama'. Or maybe i'll come back and make Marx turn in his grave as i serve the capitalist economy of Singapore until i die, bound to CPF and baby bonuses to the very end, poor proletariat that i am.

on another note, i have unpicked my knitting for the tenth time. i am getting a little a annoyed at the unnecessary cruelness of these little grey needles. my knitting somehow grows with every row, becoming so enormous it slips off and unravels itself mercilessly if i show the slightest hint of weakness. oh the spite of domesticity!

last night i dreamt that the whole school was in this hotel/resort place. they were all watching a movie in this big room and since a53 was late as usual, we had to go right to the back, but we couldnt sit down there either because there were these huge stages everywhere that the tsd students had built. corrie saw us and kindly said we could sit on her stage, which had windows build on its back with floral curtains, but somehow we accidentally sat on conan's stage, and he glared at me very angrily. meanwhile, eldon was outside somewhere battling a huge monster/godzilla/powerrangersrobot that was destroying everything. benjamin was out there with him too, either that or he was the monster. or eldon was the monster. or something. tzeqi was angry at me for scratching my leg during the movie. what? WHAT? WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE BFG? WHERE DOES HE GET THESE DREAMS FROM?