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- SEVENTEEN yet EIGHTEEN.
- SOPHISTICATED yet SIMPLE.
- WILD yet TAME.
- CRAZY yet NORMAL.
- BITCHY yet KIND.
- SLUTTISH yet DEMURE.
- FRANK yet SHY.
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- CONFUSED yet SURE.
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- UNFEELING yet CARING.
- SLOPPY yet TIDY.
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- ME.MYSELF.I.
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- MIRRORS.
- MAKE UP.
- BITCHING.
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- CRITICIZING.
- SLACKING.


My Hates.

- BEING BROKE.
- BEING SCOLDED.
- BEING BACKSTABBED.
- EMPTY VESSELS.
- HYPOCRITES.
- REPEAT OFFENDERS.
- COMPUTER BREAKDOWN.

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Thursday, January 19, 2006


i was looking thru the newspaper for a job.yes,i noe its and unearthly hour of nearly 1am and i cant call to make appts,but just browsing thru.


i realised tt my focus drifted off to the sales section.


since young,i've had different ambitions.1st was to be a voice actress.but then i waved tt tot aside cuz the entertainment sector is a complicted,bitchy and fake place.having experienced it as a child,i was partly influenced to have an ambition being a voice actress.my mum was a producer and she made me call this uncle "daddy" in an advertisment once.


due to my background,i was so delighted to have a "daddy".even after the shoot i was calling him daddy.then my mum scolded me.and i was shocked.i was only about 5.i didnt understand wad was acting.i just followed wad my mum told me to say.it was really stupid of me.


but then i realised how fake the actors seem after each shoot.the way they smile,talk and even laugh.although a small part of me still clings on to tt childhood ambition,i've decided not to even try and touch it.


wanting to be police,nurse,doctor,lawer is almost every young one's dream.but i guess most of us grow outa it huhs?so did i.


afew days ago,i was thinking of working in a bridal shop.the type tt helps the bride to change,choose their gowns and stuff lyk tt.but now,i dont want it anymore.y look at someone do it,when i can be a bride myself someday?silly old me.


today,while tokin to mum,i had the urge to be a pre-sch or montessori tcher.i love working with kids and joyce once said tt if i dont be a tcher,it wud be such a pity.i was so enthu abt it.the dream of being with kids might come true.


it weird,but everytyme i'm with a kid,its shortlived.nichlos, sara, hazirah, estella, julian,all of them.i just dont understand y.everytyme i bond with a kid,we're seperated.i hate tt feeling.i love kids.but from wad i hear,most ppl who r crazy over and love kids alot,cant usually have kids.due to internal problems.sighh.


but then,after reading the papers,i finally know my true interest.SALES.be it indoor, outdoor or just a telemarketer.i was reading thru the teaching and admin section,but i unknowingly flipped to the sales.and before i knew it,most of the jobs i circled are under the sales section.


its weird.mayb i've been doing it for too long and i cant resist my pay.but sales is risky,yet elegant.its not just only about the pretty face or stylish clothes.its more about the personality.during tt short 1month of working with uncle richard,i learnt tt apperance doesnt really matter.


he dresses lyk a pasar malam uncle,but still manages to close afew deals.i woke up late several tymes n 4got my make up,but i still made it.1 of my colleagues dresses quite well,with make up.but she hardly closes a deal.unless its a super easy customer.the type tt "says 2 sentences and they buy".


of course i'm still young and should try other jobs.but mayb next tyme.


i'm just glad i realised my interest at such a young age.maybe matteo was right afterall.this is my talent,i'm born with it.i should use it and be happy.y settle for sth where i have "interest" but no talent?


i used to think physics and chemistry were my interest,my passion.but i'm wrg.they're just second to sales.i love toking,interacting with total strangers.i always say i'm weird.i cant get along with my age grp ppl.duno y.


well,its getting damn late.nearly 2am now.i'm glad i remember wad i wanted to say.hehehes.



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