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Friday, November 21, 2008

I could never deny that I had a bad day today. Seriously, turned off, bad day. I've no mood to elaborate my day in brief but I'm just going to say that fucking friday sucks big time. I worked alone today alongside the boss's sister. Marissa wasn't at the same level as me. Throughout the seven hours, all I could think of is to finish fast and go home. I was feeling God Damn shagged cause I didn't managed to rest my legs throughout. Some customers really makes my blood boiling, I tell you! Grrrr.

Annnnd oh, about this mundane blog. I guess I knew that it's my own free will about how I react to the online community but.. I thank you, my faithful stalkers, who have been stalking me for the past week. beusfbgs: you work also dont need to put it here right??show off sia-.- Hahaha, you're seriously making me laugh. I'm showing off? God. I was like, What the hell fo? And yes, this is my blog, sweetheart. I doubts you understand simple english though. Get a freaking life.. I got a job which something I can earn rather than you having an earn-less job, going round people's blog, spamming. Well little twat, you gain nothing, NOTHING. Or wait, maybe you're just someone who was unemployed so now you're jealous of me. Hahahaha. Back off kid.

Hmmm okay, I don't want to be a blog bully. Never.

I'm fishing bored. It's friday, and can you believe that I'm at home? Haaaa. Plans was canceled last minute. I'm sorry, Apian. And thousand apologize if I couldn't make it to your 17th birthday party on Sunday. I want to but I'm working. Somehow I supposed to meet him up today to pass his birthday present, but I was down-right exhausted from work just now and decided to head home straight. Pian, if you're reading this than I just want to wish you



HAPPY BIRTHDAY
! , in advance.

and and also to your brocore birthday which is today,

HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY, AJUN !
(Sorry man, I don't have your picture.)

That's all I've to blog. Last but not least, baby is sleeping. I hope he will wake up remembering me who was dead bored right here, nd me who fucking miss him alot. Geeeee!