Thanks :)
For driving me there and the macaroons.
Yday was seriously cui.
Don't comfort me by saying it's not k???
=(
Today is my F&B test.
I was seriously RATHER angry at myself for forgetting such an important point.
It's like..
How can I answer wrong?
=(
15%.
Then interview.
My make up - cui.
It just don't blend.
Lack of sleep, skin giving me problem.
Argh.
I'm totally in love with Fairmont.
I really hope I can get in.
At the same time,
CAAS called.
Vanessa,
the kindest person alive.
Seriously.
There was still a few space in Meritus and she actually recommended me to Adeline.
So I have a second interview now.
The thing is,
Meritus is bloody fussy,
and I actually,
am not very keen anymore.
First, susah sebab banyak sangat orang.
It's like... People won't even notice you because you'll be average.
Plain Jane.
Second, Fairmont is the bomb.
I wanna go Dubai!!!
The feeling during that interview.
So SIA.
I had that weird confidence in me.
When earlier in the day my heart was pumping like mad,
but it wasn't because of the interview or test.
I have no idea why.
Wait.
TOMORROW'S MICE IS SO DEAD!!!!!
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Fuck parents.
Seriously.
If you people wanna talk about things,
please DON'T FUCKING do it anymore.
You two should just never talk to each other.
You both are the worst follower ever.
I asked you to do this,
end up,
you both still screw it up for me.
Dad, I know you too well.
Stubborn.
Once you have that in hand,
you think you rule the world.
Fuck you.
Mom, I know you even better.
Stupid.
Seriously.. Haven't you realised that he's just not gonna give in to you?
I told you to shut the fuck up and leave it to me.
I said I'm gonna help you settle everything.
What the fuck you call him for?
Now thanks.
I have to crack my brain and make a u-turn.
Do you know how hard it is?
It was SO fucking well planned.
From the moment I found out,
I texted you.
I TOLD YOU WHAT TO SAY AND WHAT NOT TO SAY.
I told you what are the figures and YET,
you fucking think being honest is gonna work.
Now you complain to me that you slipped your judgement?
That you THOUGHT being honest would work?
WAKE UP!
How many years already?
Sigh.
Enough of whining.
Time for me to think of what to say to Dad the next time I meet him.
My story better be good.
