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Thursday, May 25, 2006,5:15 PM

+ I'm so happy for one of my bestie Jo. She got through that interview and was given 1and 1/2 year contract to teach whilst receiving training.+

She got her ass right into the Education World. *cOngrats bub* Now you can start working your way up.

For me, i guess i blew my chance of getting a job at krispy kreme. If i was the boss of a customer service based company, and one of my candidates expresses her dislike in dealing with rude customers, her application would be thrown immediately into the " Not a chance, this person is getting a job at my company"piles.

>.< I can't stop blaming myself for what i've said.

Krispykreme sells great doughnut.

I've locked myself in the garage twice. Yesterday i waited about10-15 minutes,hoping my dad would not take his time picking my sister up. This morning, while trying to coax my new bunni hunni, out of the garage, I accidentally closed the door behind me. Great start to a brand new day! >.< I hadn't had my breakfast then.

Well if i did not fiddle with that door knob [which is a habit i'm certainly going to get rid of], I would not be stuck in the garage for an hour talking to my bunny while doing my "How to get a great butt " exercise

I hoped and prayed that my dad would not be coming home at 5pm, because ..it was approximately 11am when i closed, shut,locked myself in the garage, with no mobile phone, no ways to contact the outside world...unless i start shouting like a maniac...which is the last, last resort I would do, when there's a fire or something that endangers my precious little life.

Otherwise I'll spare myself from all the embarrassment and just simply wait.

Lucky me, he came home about 12.30pm. How happy I was, to hear my dad parking his car, and the jingling, tingling sound of the house keys unlocking my home door.

Never felt so happy in my life >.<

What kind of person, would locked herself in her own garage ?

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