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Thursday, July 02, 2009

oh my i was in our new office at 9pm earlier on. and it felt strangely like home.
you know what they say about workaholics - they dun particularly look forward to going home.
well maybe just this week since there's nobody, nothing, and no food at home. i pretty much rush home by 10pm just to catch some drama on teevee and reminisce my 4yrs of choir while watching sisters' act on some malaysian channel and getting emo how pretty much everyone work, earn money, and buy branded bags/cloths (which are totally essential by the way). what ever happened to doing things with zero profit and totally feeling good about it.

now i better turn in before emo-ing about the essence of life and get to work slightly closer to on-time and maybe catch breakfast. i'm starving n going to bed. but not losing much weight whyyyyyyy

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