Dear diary,

I am feeling horribly sick... not physically but mentally, feel so tortured by the job seeking thingy , yes i got a job , but no i dun like the job, yes i am lucky to get a job , but no i will not enjoy the work... and yes i do feel that heaven above is toying with me , firstly of all the job , i somehow appear to be more chatty during the wyeth interview , and thus they feel that i am not suitable for the job cos it's more to an admin kinda work , but no i am not that active a person normally , i really like the job scope more than anything else... but no i didn't get the work... this is life.... ya.... heaven quit playing games with me.... pls!!!!! haiz... reminds me of this song... que sara sara....

when i was juz a lil ger
i asked my mother what will i be
will i be pretty will i be sweet que sara sara
guess what she said to me...
whatever will be will be
our future's not for us to see
que sara sara
what will be will be...

yes this song... wat will be will be , this is like facing to fate , i dun juz let fate control me i wanna change this!!!! this QC thingy is driving me MAD~ argh!
then's a huge chance that i will juz study in SIM , business or watever, but this will have to wait... now dear is earning some money , he will get his first paycheck... and yes it's higher than me~ 1450~ excludes cpf already and as for me it's 1300 and haven't exclude cpf~ sad case.... when will i save 'nuff to get my degree???? or pay my parents back???


Sick
Jorine