Saturday and Sunday are holidays for me.Usually i could get some overtime fee on saturday.But you know i don't have much work to do on saturday,adding my manager isn't at office,so i feel so bored all day.
Actually i wanna enjoy the wonderful holidays,so i can go ice skating swimming,jogging on the street and any other things.My monthly salary is not very high so i have to get some overtime fee which sound incredible,right?That choice is really hard to me.
I have been thinking what's funny in my life,all my lif should deserve happiness,healthy and love,hence i always pursue them throuth my effort.Yet reality is not as same as what you think it would be,sometimes we have to strive to make my life better and better.Never mind,just keep balance,i believe that there is one power in my heart which could overcome all difficulties and triumph over at last,so i called optimism and passion.I don't know which type of person you are.I am a person,from scorpio.I don't like boring life which could be killing me.I'm thirsty for passion,specially for love,although i haven't met my whitesnow princess,an intese huntch in my heart is frequently hitting me,she's waiting for me.I really want to do a wonderfun and passionate love relationship,i can't imagine what it would be like without passion.
Emm..decide it,to work tomorrow.
Posted at 11:05 pm by juliamy
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The day started out rotten. She overslept and was late for work. Everything that happened in the office contributed to her nervous crazy. By the time she reached the bus stop for her homeward trip, her stomach was one big knot.
As usual, the bus was late and jammed. She had to stand in the aisle. As the lurching vehicle pulled her in all directions, her gloom deepened.
Then she heard a voice from up front boom, "Beautiful day, isn't it?" Because of the crowd, she could not see the man, but she heard him as he continued to comments on the spring scenery, calling attention to each approaching landmark. This church. That park. This cemetery. That firehouse. Soon all the passengers were gazing out the windows. The man's enthusiasm was so contagious she found herself smiling for the first time that day.
They reached her stop. Maneuvering toward the door, she got a look at their "guide": an older gentleman with a beard, wearing dark glasses and carrying a thin, white cane.
Posted at 06:28 pm by juliamy
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