I know I promised a lot of stuff, but keeping promises is as hard as, uhm, tip toed out of office at 5 pm.
Sad thing, I am amongst the last one to leave, after maghrib that is.
But I'm not complaining, this is far better than the 6 months jobless state I endured.
Now I can say I earn a living. I can now spare my brothers and sister pocket money. The feeling is - priceless.
And I checked with the bf soon after he came back from 3 weeks offshore - are we on still on the same page? and he said Yes. Yeay!
Many things changed. I sing that song too many times already eh? That includes this thing that happened in Kino-
'I'm looking for Confession of-'
'Shopaholics?'
'No dear, Confession of an Economics Hit Man by John Perkins'
Hahahahaha.
it has been 4 months
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bizi kojo ko kak...
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