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Call me nikki or ella, both are fine with me. I'm a proud filipina living in Singapore. EIGHTEEN. I talk coffee, music, photography and art. LOVE ME FOR IT.

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Thursday, November 13, 2008
i was not meant to work in hawaii.

Step 1: Grab all your secondary school books.
Step 2: Take your entry proof from your wallet/bag/file.
Step 3: Pull out all your sets of uniforms from your cabinet (but make sure to leave one complete set).
Step 4: Now, BURN THAT MUTTAH FOOKER!

BOOM, BABY! After 5 years of studying in a secondary school, I'm finally heading to my tertiary education. Needless to say, this event is the sex. It feels effing gooooooood! \m/

After the paper (which was last tuesday morning), it's party time for the dudes and chicks. We went for sushi and bowling from 3-10pm. Four games of bowling made my thumb bleed (literally), and eight plates of sushi made my stomach hurt like EFF. But, yes, it was a great day.



Today, I went for my first day of work at Maui Wowi...

ALOHA! =D


Honestly, their employment system is screwed up.

1. When I went for the interview a week ago, they said my pay would be $5 per hour. But when I talked to my boss today, he said he'll lower it down to $4.50 per hour. It's somehow like their "principle of meritocracy":
I do well = they'll increase my pay.

2. Supposedly, today would be my beginning of being a regular employee of Maui. But after talking to Tony, he said that he would need me to stop working till one of my colleague quits (reason: over-staffed). Sadly, that's not till December 1st. So currently, I'm jobless...

It was a bad first-day, as all of you can see. Though I came to love my colleagues after only knowing them for a few hours, I still find this day as one of my most unlucky days...

Anyway, since I'm free tomorrow, I'll be heading to vinitha's house to ruin her bedroom and mess up her kitchen. HAHA. And at night, I'll be out drinking. Alcohol is definitely what I need right now.
9:16 PM