Friday, December 12, 2008

Finally got a job!!!

All I can say bout the job is its at centrepoint..
Telemarketer/surveyor wit a basic pay...
But good money n good job...
Freakin nervous when I finally made my 1st "successful",
at my 1st attempt too...
Though I tink I had forgotten something impt,
it went well I guess..

Haha, n met up wit some of my classmates...
It was last min,
But they were surprised to see me...
haha u noe ppl all round us were shocked when u all suddenly call out my name,
ppl at escalator n all around us were lookin at us...
heh
Kinda wasted that I wasn't informed bout it earlier though...

So,
if that's the case.
I'm gonna delay my Anna-Hannah project for a lil while..
Work will keep me occupied 8hrs a day; 5 days a wk,

Till then,
Enjoy till results r out or ns comes yr way..

posted by Wary at 12:02 AM


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A soccer-lovin soon-to-be army man

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Artiste: The Frays
Song: How to save a Life

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Lyrics

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
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