gosh, working life are not as simple as i thought it would ever be. I've been placed under 'Mastika' magazine, and they made me translate a letter from a frequent reader. gosh, I really-really-really don't know how to use all those flowery words! well, we used to write news in our class, and Mastika is definitely different than that. It does make me look like a moron :/
Today is friday, the 4th day I've been working, I know some of the reporters and the graphic staff. they're kinda nice. I got one number from abang Ambo. He asked me to call that person and asked whats his story. but I am kinda freaking out here. Sounds so stupid, but all those butterflies keeps flying in my stomach :/ stupid me.
annnnd tonight I am going to clean my own room. throw outside all those people's stuff in it. semak kot. gua seminggu dah masuk tak berbilik ni. duit tak ada, my life is no fun at all :/
till then, bye.