So, what does it feel like to be sentenced to death?
Just wondering.
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If anyone's wondering how my SAT went, it was horrible. English was cake easy, or perhaps I speak too soon... Math, however... let's just say my innate phobia of math set in and took over. People like me should get an additional 15 minutes on all math sections.
And for those who give the SAT more than once: I salute you. I don't know how anyone can do it multiple times.
This post, however, isn't about the SAT. I did as well as I expected I would do. So yeah. It's about monehz.
As per usual, I'm flat, stinking broke. I've been looking for jobs, because I desperately need the money ( and prostitution is not an option, before anyone suggests it.) and there's nothing. Nothing. Newspapers and magazines are not willing to pay and those that are don't want any more writers.
I thought about outsourcing, but those people have yet to get back to me.
Same goes for RJ-ing.
And tuitions... well.. I put up flyers, and figured no one wants literature, english or socio tuitions... So that's that.
(but umm, the offer stands. If you're in Karachi and doing your O levels, or know anyone in Karachi doing their O levels and needing tuitions for those subjects, you know where to find me? Yes.)
Whattodo whattodo.
Seriously, what to do?
Whoever said money can't buy happiness was speaking with a pile of cow dung in his/her mouth, and spraying it on the rest of the world. I can recall countless instances where money has made me very happy. I could make a whole new blog about it. The money can't buy happiness thing is the same deal as "Jo hota hai achay ke liye hota hai." Sorry, that's another one liner you can't use with me.
A little help would be nice God.
And for those who give the SAT more than once: I salute you. I don't know how anyone can do it multiple times.
This post, however, isn't about the SAT. I did as well as I expected I would do. So yeah. It's about monehz.
As per usual, I'm flat, stinking broke. I've been looking for jobs, because I desperately need the money ( and prostitution is not an option, before anyone suggests it.) and there's nothing. Nothing. Newspapers and magazines are not willing to pay and those that are don't want any more writers.
I thought about outsourcing, but those people have yet to get back to me.
Same goes for RJ-ing.
And tuitions... well.. I put up flyers, and figured no one wants literature, english or socio tuitions... So that's that.
(but umm, the offer stands. If you're in Karachi and doing your O levels, or know anyone in Karachi doing their O levels and needing tuitions for those subjects, you know where to find me? Yes.)
Whattodo whattodo.
Seriously, what to do?
Whoever said money can't buy happiness was speaking with a pile of cow dung in his/her mouth, and spraying it on the rest of the world. I can recall countless instances where money has made me very happy. I could make a whole new blog about it. The money can't buy happiness thing is the same deal as "Jo hota hai achay ke liye hota hai." Sorry, that's another one liner you can't use with me.
A little help would be nice God.
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