My thoughts are on the final approval of the job offer, occupying for the last 24 hours or so.
It is beyond my control and I can only hope for the best. What I have here is an amalgam of relief, fear and self-doubt. Torturous...indeed.
I finally, took a stand, after much prodding and encouragement that my world would not crumble to pieces if I choose to proceed. Much thanks to all those kind words. I really need it.
God knows, how far my self esteem took a plunge in recent months.
That aside, there are more obstacles unfolding. Like keeping BIG FAT SECRETS from a family member, dodging enquiries on the amount of dough I bring home and bearing that incessant goading to become a T-cher but I have to cope with it.
Ok, I could go on further and ended up bursting into tears now. I will STOP here... for now.
p/s: Blardey Arsenal drew. I have come to a point of being a spoilt supporter, a draw feels like a lost. A lost is unspeakable. And a win is a win with much whinging. A satisfactory win is almost unheard of... what a blardey shame, innit?
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Hey babe, I will pray for the best for you inshaAllah.
I think what you're doing takes a lot of guts and I personally think that is something you're not lacking :)
Good luck!
(and good luck Arsenal too! Tanpa Diarra. hahahaha omg plz win this weekenddddddd)
kau da dpt keje baru eh?
btw..ur charger is still wif me. :P
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