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Sunday, March 05, 2006

man. i dont understand how some ppl can dress well but not have any colour sense AT ALL. black base with white polka dots and BLACK font. how do you expect someone to read.

yays! i've packed all the unwanted things together and i'm gonna throw them into the rubbish chute later. wahahahaha. all the bad memories, GONE!

i dun feel like working tml. i hate it when the amt of work increased from 2 large piles to 3 large piles and martin still walked in and told me with a BIG smile that i'm going to do the compliance report on mon. brrrrr. i guess i'll never be able to finish it man.