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Wednesday, September 3, 2008
*sHiMiN* posted at 9:47 PM

hey peeps! dun ask me how's work! i'm a hardcore maid. pathetic 6bucks hr to do LOADSSSSSS of work. Esther pity me. Eliza n that Indian girl (our colleagues) pity me too! seeing how Cynthia's blog realli makes me envy of her. SLACK ard n i have to work lik siao ding dong. and we get the same pay. y am i always so unlucky. i work as admin too but my fate is ALWAYS diff from the rest.

conversation between that indian girl (i dun noe her name) n me:

she: how's ur work?

me: dun ask me anymore! i feel lik fainting.

she: i noe cos u look so stressed up.

me:no one can even help me. we are all doing diff things.

she: hahahaha

VERY FUNNY MEH??? fancy laughing at me. i realli, realli, realli, do feel lik breaking down, crying. i felt that i have gone back to my jc's life suddenly. its even more disgusting that jc's life. at least in jc, i can take a breather.

WELL, AFTER SO MUCH OF MY COMPLAINING. I BET U ARE THINKING THAT I'M EXAGGERATING. I'M NOT. ESTHER CAN BE MY EYE-WITNESS. i realli wanna quit but too bad i have signed contract with my agency n i would have to fork out 4 wks of my salary if i realli do so. sometimes, i feel lik spraining my leg etc, making myself temporary handicap/disabled so that i can quit working n nt paying my agency.well, there's more to blog abt my work. i dun feel lik blogging abt it cos whenever i think of it, my blood realli boils to the CORE and i feel lik crying (nt becos i'm sad, its that i super pissed off by it) so PLS DUN ask me abt my work anymore. no more.

HATRED!!!

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