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24 September 1989

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Monday, October 13, 2008
Isn't life's always a bitch?
I think I'm falling sick.
Today woke up with body ache.
Argh~
Went to work as usual.
Quite sad I might not be working at KLP next week.
The people here are very nice to me.

Heard from Sis Ying that Aunt Marianne is coming on Friday.
=X
I kind of smell disaster ahead.
All I can say is, "Poor little maid."

During my BREAKS, I was listening to Power 98.
I FOUND OUT THE UP AND DOWN SONG I WAS LOOKING FOR!
OMG!!!!
*beams, jumps and screams*
I swear I wanted to just shout out in the toilet.
WOOOOTTTZZZ!!
I seriously went googoogaagaa.

And the lastest gossip, Lewis Hamilton is with Nicole Scherzinger.
RAWRS!

Just this afternoon I was thinking,
am I very "mah fan"?
Or according to the BESE worksheet, bothersome.
Why you seem to be msg-ing me lesser and lesser?
Are you irritated?
I know you're not feeling well.
This is totally the BESE worksheet situation.
When I ask you go to rest, it means...
*Ask me for the worksheet la!*
lolx..

But forget all of that.
When I receive your msg on asking me to go out tomorrow,
everything doesn't matter anymore.
I was smiling like a nutty.
I practically have to hide in the toilet to calm down.
I love your sms-es.
=)

There was this guy who ask me where are the pacifiers.
I pointed to him and after some time,
I walked past him.
I heard him on the phone (should be the wife).
Guess what he said.
He said, "Okay, I'm looking at the tits. So which one is it?"
LIKE SERIOUSLY! WTH!
-_-'''''

Anyway, around 8.30pm,
Alan came.
Took pictures once again.
He said next week will have random checks by the Colgate company people.
Die!
Means no more random 30 minutes toilet break.

Oh, I seriously can't wait to see you tmr.
I miss you so much.
The other night didn't really see you properly.
Gah~