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Friday, June 25, 2010 @ 2:52 PM
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I've been searching for a secure full-time job. Ibu wants me to work under government because of the oh-so delicious bonus. There are a few jobs out there which i'm qualified for and the pay is not that bad actually. There are more jobs out there which are not under government but ibu won't let me. Grrr!

But ya know, the feeling of being ready feels so good. I'm prepared to work full time and settle down with someone, god knows who. If it's meant to be, then it's meant to be I suppose. I'm planning to apply for this position and I am gonna love it. HAHA. Only I would know why.

Part of the maturing process I suppose?
The being ready part.




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