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Y .Tuesday, January 16, 2007.

beware. long entry ahead.


weekend was hectic.

work.love working with the darlings. sat was a splendid shift.=) with no naggings from mama and no noisy dino. but i seriously hates tt dishwasher auntie. aka the org dino. I did her no wrong. and she jus has tt smt against me. fine, train my tolerance.

i guess it was those busy working hours that made mi forgot abt my studies for a while. I'm so glad paxson is back=) memories do haunt, i guess. i'm missing sir patrick.

sundae. worked with my sis. damn crap. sally's last day, transferring to USQ. sadness. she kept saying things like. for 6yrs, this is where i grow up, i fall down, i promote, laugh and cry. things like tt. the ppl whom i cry together, scold together and go craZy together. my big family. haish. what can i sae. ppl jus come and go. i alr got used to it. moreover. it's sally! can always meet up. no worries.


sally n me
Memories.darlings n mam jane
the great women. mam jane,mahirah,kak susu and sally.

All the new staff, new manager new sup. so far so gd.=) there's this new guy. named edison. haha. lolx.sad to sae.he didnt remind mi of edison chen. in fact, he reminds me of william hung. lolx. cool~

monday. back to sch. All the nonsense. Fpm test was diastrous. how can i ever pass this sem.*sigh*


Reports truly sux. super packed week. i'm not enjoying it a single bit. reports always create problems. mis communications. lotsa things. dun noe how to put across.

dredre massaging celine.
my lab grp members w/o ah black.
dredre so cute.
last week's fpm lab. adrian n his "bandaged" arm.darren.. behind.lol.
celine's creation. Clarrisa's design. sounds cool~

jus a thought. for one last time...what happened is the past now. i'm not dwelling on it. i've gotten over it. it's not retribution of any kind. feelings cant be helped.it was jus a wishful thinking on my part. i've put it behind. one is a friend, the other is my dearest darling.

reflections.i've been prying too much. trusting too much.

the PEA citiZen passport. created by PEAqueen Meixing. thanks girl!<3>



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