I am really peeved. This is the fourth or fifth time my ezlink card has "suddenly" gone wonky and will not work. I have gone down to the concession card office upteenth times and still this happens. It is not funny especially when you have already paid for the hybrid concession scheduled to start the next day at a freakingly expensive rate of $97.00

After slogging for a week, wearing the giraffe and kangeroo suits, I have finally gotten my paycheck for my efforts. Though not much, it will probably see me through the month of June and will most likely get me some winter clothing, or at least a winter jacket for World Youth Day too. I have another week of work before reservist hits and while it is ridiculously hot being a mascot, at least it is a temporary source of income. Today however started off badly. Before I set out for work, I felt a feeling I have not felt felt for so long - the sickening feeling one gets before one collapses and blacks out. Although I have no idea why it occured, but it was so bad that I had to lie in bed for a while and that caused me to be late for work. That didn't please Boss very much, seeing that he was already in an irritable mood. As things would have it, a migraine has been bugging me the entire day as well.

I have been pondering about a few things lately. What if a person sets up a childcare centre of sorts, only because it is a means for himself or herself to fulfil in the children the things he or she never had the chance to have or could do. Children being the perfect receptacles, become mouldable and make up for a particular childhood lack or neglect. They become and allow projections of oneself and one's unfulfilled desires and become means by which people vent their frustrations and anger upon. They become channels for wish fulfilment. Take the cliched examples of sportsmen or has-been sportsmen become coaches because they wanted their trainees to become what they could never be. I think this is a highly troubled thought.