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Sunday, November 11, 2007

♥ Pichaaaas, blog this.

Wenta job hunt with Christie today. Okay, think we want the same criterias and so, easier to find. Apparently, found quite a number of jobs. So yea, just waiting for their calls. But but, when they asked for work experiences and I was like.. uh-huh, only banquet. :( Shouldave told a lie.
Ohya, one job has just been confirmed. The one at IT fair with honeybunch joce. Shiok(times ten). HEHE! x)

Suppose to find jobs, but went shopping instead. Bought a top that I love, therefore, bank's reaaaaally dry. Alot of stuffs caught my eye. Bloody hell, why so prettayeee.
No.I.Must.Control.
But, temptations! Boohooooo.

Jobs jobs.. I need a job badly. A job that I can work happily.(It actually rhyme!) Duh.

Well, some picchaaas taken ytd with honeybunch Dawn~



My fringe sucks, I know.





Why do I smell a reek of FRIED MARS BARS?! Tsk tsk.(Swallow saliva) I wanna eat it tomorrow! Righttt, not gonna spend any tomorrow. No, I can't.

ROAR.
No pennies, life's meaningless. For the moment.

Toodles!

Impossible is possible.
You can't read me. For now.




1:20 AM
The♥Witch

ABRACADABRA
I'm real like that.

W for WENDY
Seventeen, SecondFeb.
She writes her stories on papers, To remind people of the timid her . Her expressive mind and delicate life, Problems come and they go within time. She takes her chances and waits, For everything to fall into place. Mistakes shall never be repeated twice, Move on quick and live on the life.

I ain't conceited, I'm just Awesome.
&This is my story.

It ain't so lively here.

Wendy Ashley




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