Siti Nurul Ain.
A writer; a once upon a time dream.
A teacher; a searching love. A walking blank paper.

everybodys leaving, one by one, leaving me all alone.

its unfair! bias!

how can everybody else goes overseas while im stuck in good 'ol singapore? ughh!

jobhunting aint looking good. i might as well openup a new job slot. ' e rotters with no job '. i know it doesnt sound in anyway nice, but, well, better than ' e rejects ' as propose by someone. anyone care to fill in the job? its newly open so job vacancy spaces are very much, plentiful.

alright, thats it. my hopes of getting that job is officially, dashed.

hah! how much more dramatic can i get? cue e hand-on-forehead-with-exasperated-expression-and-sigh.

say what?