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Thursday, November 13, 2008

Wake up soooo early @ 7.20am, meet suckling pig and her cousin @ Tpy. Eat our breakfast and go for my interview. .
O.o Not use to wear long skirt (:

After interview straight back home, Pauline(HR Manager) says she will call me again. That time I think of is "Gone Case. As i know my work experience is more to Retail. So my chance is v v low..
Back home, take a nap.. Phone Ring.. yea! Selected! Start work on Monday.. 9am-6pm. (: hehe

Sleep for 6 hours. Wake up and meet my dear! Dinner, walk around @ np, buy a skirt for work and back home. Dear report back to camp. Argh! Meet for only 3 hours! Damn it.
Tmr heading to town with baby, I wanna to buy my work wear. Formal Formal! Argh!

Shopshopshop tmr (:


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Happy 41 Months anniversary to me and baby ((:

with love



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