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Saturday, September 22, 2007

i whine. i complain. i cry.

argh. i hate work.

but no choice. this is life. i have to bear with it.

why arent u by my side when i m feeling blue? i need ur shoulder.

i got bullied ytd.not once,not twice, but thrice by 3 different ppl. duhz.

how did i do to deserve that? nth.

i cant imagine if my frens where to leave the co. i dun know how i would survive.

u are my motivation every morning to get to work.

i think im relying too much on u.

ur smses make me smile. each time when im down, taking a peep at ur smses cheer me up.

haiz. how?

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