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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

u'd think that convocation shld have been hehe hahas n all that squealing n photo aking after the whole nonsense ceremony ends

Yeah i guess i was super excited n i jus absolutely couldn't stop smiling thinking i'm finally bloody out of school.

N now i won't even start on wat a dogshit day it has been, right thru getting back to work till the last hr before i go to bed. It's fucking shit man.

I'm jus contented i get some joy out of fone calls in the cab frm pple who missed/spotchecking me hahaha!! I tink someday i'll die of handphone radiation overdose.
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