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Thursday, February 28, 2008


working at frolicks for the 3rd day. tml will be the fourth and last day. because i only filled up my schedule until tml and he didnt ask me to fill up anymore. i didnt have the jab too, so what's the point of staying. is like every single soul have had a jab except me.

my father was against me for that. he keeps implying tt i should get an account job which was like c'mon, no one will wanna hire me for 2 months. afterall, it's "face" they want. and my mum friends keep telling her to let me study and work part-time.

it's not only my parents tt are controlling my life, it's their friend too. sometimes i really hope they can mind their own business.

today is suppose to be dad's birthday. but im such an unfilial daughter. i forgot his birthday and both of us quarrelled over part time jobs. but seriously i dun think im in the wrong. im working ar frolicks because i dun like slacking at home, eat sleep play. it'll make me feel so useless. at least earn some money so i can buy things i like etc. but because of this quarrelling, it makes the job sound like some prostitute and i seriously dun feel like working anymore. because im only approved by them if i find an office job. but dun u think it'll be more relax working lidat. in office, there's deadlines to meet, there's heavy workload etc. haix.

im getting abit fed up with iras. i've waited for their calls for quite sometime. but if they dun call by tml, i guess im just going to forget abt it.

shit, there's still basic theory on saturday. this time round, no more peeping. which means dead for me lo.

kkz, bye.

11:45 PM

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