:: Follow The Voice In Your Heart ::

We are the keepers of our own heart.

So what is it about following the voice in your heart?

Some hear the voice but are deaf to it...

Some listen too much to the voice in their head,

they ignore the one in their heart.

So just what is it about following the voice in your heart?

Just ask the keeper of this blog...

The keeper of her own heart.

*the keeper*

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:: Xuanwan ::
:: 12/09/84 ::
:: NUS undergrad ::
:: FASS ::

*loves *

:: my family ::
:: andrew ho ::
:: badminton ::
:: bubble tea ::
:: babies ::
:: singing ::
:: sleeping ::
:: slacking ::
:: surprises ::

*moodswings *

*wishlist *

~~:: finish the whole series of Sex & The City ::~~
~~:: to enjoy whatever modules I'll be doing next sem ::~~
:: not be kicked out of NUS and have to go sell bubble tea ::
:: rid the world of nasty jerks ::
~~:: to get out of boring S'pore for holiday! ::~~

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Started my first day of waitressing today... so much for waitressing... I was stuck in the kitchen the whole time. Refilling coffee and tea pots, refilling juices jugs, make sure everything's in order behind the scenes. I was so darn bored man... and for that miserly pay... wad the hell was I tinking man. Anw I'm kinda glad my dad dun alow mi to work night shifts. They usually will need part-timers for night shifts onli, which means I got an excuse not to work anymore! I realli wanted to try waitressing for the sake of trying it... and sum waitressing job I got. Ning said if I do a few more times and am more familiar wif the stuff arnd there I'll be able to go out and do proper waitressing... but no thanks... another session of kitchen help will drive mi mad. I mean, I dun even refill the flasks in my house and I'm doing it for them? Ok sorrie... I sound lyk sum spoilt brat... but I cant help it. And juz now when my dad's giving mi my pocket money for this week he gave mi 2 times the usual amt and said it's to buy clothes (cos apparently the reason I gave to my mum for wanting to work is cos I like to spend money but dun feel good spending my dad's money), and after I tried pushing the extra back to him he got quite irritated and said it's an order I have to keep it. Sumtimes I tink I dun deserve such nice parents... I'm always doing things to upset them, lyk getting sum waitressing job knowing dat they dun lyk mi to do such stuff... I dun tok to them in a nice tone all the time, sumtimes when my dad gets overly protective I get irritated and will raised my voice of irritation at him... I mean, my work starts at 7am this morning all the way at Suntec area, my dad woke up together wif mi at 5am to get ready and he sent mi there la... I always remind myself to be a nice daughter but in the end I always forget and lose my temper over the slightest things over them... and now my dad refused to take back the extra, which is making mi feel damn bad. I mean, whenever I tell my frenz my dad lyks to give mi extra money tinking dat I'm always broke, my frenz will always say things lyk "juz take la! money leh..." or "can ur dad be my godpa?" Seriously if ur own dad give u money to spend u'll realli take it and spend without guilt meh? It sux... sumtimes I wish they're not so nice... it makes mi feel bad... which is why I'm even more determined to find a tuition job, since that's the one they realli approve of... The thing is, I dun need the money realli... I juz wan to spend my own money and not my dad's hard-earned money... or maybe I shld simply spend less, and it'll solve all probs.

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* xuan * listened
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