it’s interesting to realise that though i never used to listen to jay chou during my teenage years when everyone else was mad about him (everyone still is mad about him, but they are no longer ‘else’), the songs he put out during that period are in retrospect uncannily applicable to my life then.
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perhaps it’s a question of subject matter, because it’s also interesting to note now that i seem to be identifying a lot with songs by sam hui. either that or i really am, as my mother says, traveling back in time. come to think of it i have indeed, to her chagrin, taken to cantonese opera.
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anyway, the new job has been going smoothly. my rostering has dropped to twice a week, as requested, and just in time for me to work on my assignments. the work itself is quite simple, doesn’t involve much physical exertion, and is very obsessive-friendly (polishing metal, wiping glass, writing tags). best of all, my pay came in earlier this week and it was quite a satisfying amount.
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as i was saying to my mother, there really isn’t any point doing hard work because although it may fortify one’s character, it never pays as well as ‘easy jobs’. now that i have left behind for good my former job as a drudge, i can’t help but wonder why some of the girls who are australian-born, speaking excellent english and with amazing people skills, continue to work there. i just don’t understand why. for me, now that i know i can (and have) got another job, there really is nothing left to recommend hard labour. seriously. invariably the most exhausting jobs pay the worst, and the cushiest jobs the most. there’s really no such thing as 半斤八两.
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