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Depressing moments
Wednesday, March 25, 200912:00 AM

I know I have been updating non-stop lately. Maybe I have really a lot things to say (but never to him). Maybe I have don't really have anything important to do til blogging is all I could ever think of.

Looking at my this week schedule, it is just depressing. Toooo depress. With less cash on hand and with less working days, maybe I should just laid off for a while and stop worrying before I get lines on my forehead. Maybe I should sleep like a pig. Maybe...

Butttt... how can I not worry when I have send thousands (okie, bedek eh thousands) of resume and not one call me. Recession iszit? I'll do anything to find a full time job (due to personal reasons that I won't want to blog about it. He knows, I know and that is what matters) and work really less days at Starbucks (so I still can get discounts? I'm a sucker for starbucks drink).
WEI NENG!!!! Find yourself a job oready?? Have you enrol for Diploma?? You can convert to full time you know. I've asked my consultant, idiot (my nickname he gave me). I miss your crap in class man. You always seems to have something to joke about.

Be strong Nurul! You know I will be there for you where ever and whenever you need me. I'll always be here for you no matter. Pinky promise.

XOXO