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Saturday, April 08, 2006


i've got soooo many things to say but i dunno where to start.

i know you're dejected and i couldnt be of much help. sorry sorry sorry. i couldnt comfort you over the phone. i heard u crying and i didnt know what to say. all i knew was telling you not to cry, hoping it'll work. obviously it doesnt. but i guess, it'll be over soon! you'll get used to it, trust me. probably not by now, but soon. i suck at consoling ppl. i'm really sorry. hope you look forward for our next meeting. i'll bring you to a nice place k? and hope it cheers u up!

smile! you'll never be alone. :)

the 90XXXX01 hotline is always there for you! heeeeeeeee.

oooh, and the damn stupid ass who called my hp at 8 plus pm and claims he's gary from some enterprise company. he told me i'm shortlisted for so weird interview. and how does he get my contacts and my name, god knows. and guess what, he told me the interview is at 2pm at robinson point 10th floor. i must be an idiot to believe in him. i asked him how to get there and he's such a nice man he told me that he'll get someone to pick me up from the raffles mrt. omg. it sounds like a plot. some conman kind of plot. i will not be tricked! coz i dont look like i'm going to be a great enterpriser or businesswoman. i look like one who's gonna get employed by an XYZ company and work like a slave there. stop deceiving me!

haha. he claims that he'll give me a call at 12 tml to confirm. i shall pang-seh him.

i'm super full to the extent that i'm burping. and there's this mushroom sauce taste from my baked salmon just now. eeeeeeeks. i still squeezed an aunt amy chocolate fudge cake with 2 slices of bread in. sinful.

i shall be determined and start exercising tml onwards. (fats fats go away, dont you ever come again!)

ahhh. shall blog about details soon coz i'm tired. i kept yawning just now. it's the lack of sleep due to big long gold. not a really interesting story but i have no idea why me and my mum are watching it every night till 1am to an extent that we have insufficient sleep. and i'm having withdrawal symptoms. over something and not having dramas to watch now. sobx.