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Saturday, September 18, 2010



I started to miss him again. The moment I thought of his smile, his Donald duck face will appear in my mind and told me, how cute he is. Well, I think I must be crazy over him. What a boring day and yet it’s a Saturday. Right now, I’m sitting in front of my laptop, waiting for the time to pass. So what if the clock strikes 9.30pm, no where I could go. I think I getting older no longer like a 16 years old girl whom can club and drink and never complain how tired life was. Without at least 8 hours of sleep, I could behave like a zombie, I’m not kidding, and it’s true. I have no idea what I want for my life. When young, I always want to work as a beauty consultant. I always saw the consultants beautifully sitting at their counter doing their work, looking gorgeously serving their customers but when I’m became one, I feel that their life is fucking meaningless, that’s what I’m feeling right now. No motivation, no dreams and no future. I don’t think I could work this job for long. I didn’t make any firm decisions of what I want in my life. I just want to earn as much as I could, to feed my parents, be a responsible daughter. That’s why, I have the idea to become an air stewardess. But too bad, my teeth is not straight, I have to put braces in order to achieve this goal. Like I said, I do not have any firm decision therefore I still thinking whether should I put braces a not. I scare and hate of pain it’s not because I scare when I put on braces I will be ugly. Braces on, you will turn uglier for 3 years but prettier after taking out, it’s a worth deal isn’t it. Anyway, I always want to look good every moment even when I’m old. But my boyfriend is planning to sign on army after he has graduated, then it will be 8 to 5pm every day. Perhaps I should get myself a government job 8 to 5pm too, and then I will be able to see him every day. Having dinner together, dating… soooooo sweet. I think I used to have him in my life now. Every now and then, I always thought of him and miss him lots. I can’t wait to become his lawfully wife. Oh gosh, I started to dream again. Wake up, please! And I think I seriously dumb, till now I haven’t even get my car license. I don’t know understand why I always failed my traffic police test, or I meant not to drive in my life and have a chauffeur instead. I really want to get a car license. It’s not because I want to get a car license in order to drive, it’s because spend a lot money on my traffic police test, I want to have the license. I got no car to drive anyway therefore I don’t know why I learn to drive in the first place. Seriously, I have no idea what I’m thinking. But seeing my friends driving car, I really envy them. Having their own cars, and drive where ever place they like. When could I have license, legally drive on road and drive my own car? I shall book traffic police test once more, and I not going to book again! Let me pass my driving, please!


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