When the cats are away, the mice come out to play

This is what will happen to me if plastic surgery goes wrong..

My colleague took a photo of me to put on my resume.
Too chubby, too round, need some editing.
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So with some severe facial slimming and eyes enlargement...

An alien appeared!

Yes, I'm 光明正大-ly looking for jobs in office. As much as I'm tempted to apply to those openings in bigger companies, I'm holding back due to fear. Fear of stress, fear of having to be fighting out there in the ocean, fear of driving. But after fearing so much, I told myself, if I'm going to be scared of everything, I might as well stay at home under my blanket everyday in case the sky falls down on me. Hmmmmm...
I guess its time to update my resume, send it out, and of course, take a proper picture.