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Thursday, September 11, 2008

yesterday when i was in e midst of studying , i received a msg from hannah askin me ta call her.
she was in e train travelling ta orchard with casey.

both of them started entertaining me with their nonsense (they were each using an earpiece) and casey telling me not ta die early since i was so sickly.
they started arguing who knows me better and of course hannah won after talking like a shotgun to casey. (she always talk in this super fast speed and i dun know why i can understand it)
thank you, you two idiots for showing me that you care. (:

and that idiotic casey found a bloody new job then nvr jio me. tsk.
now im stuck at G for e rest of ma life.
i need a new job! ASAP!

tmr , ma final paper till seven weeks later.
i think im prepared ta die.
for once im gonna flung a module.
MARKETING OPERATIONS IS GOD DAMN HARD!
seriously.

i've been stucked at home for a week now. i dun care , after tmr , im gonna start hanging out!
anybody wanna go shoppinggggggggggggg?
im so in need of pretty clothes! oh , and shoes. and bags. ;)

oohhh! i forget.
ma red highlights are turning orangey.
i dun know if i wanna dye ma hair or highlight it.
anybody can give me some opinions?


five months and stil counting . . .
ily. (: