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Monday, June 9, 2008

super bad hair day.
M O N D A Y .
i went over to novena just now, hoping to bank in like the weekly cash in store.
reach there around 4.05pm, they're close. just 5 minutes only. utterly sighs.
then walked back to united square under the hot sun.
it's so worse when u got a very bad hairday.
i tied my hair up, wore my glasses.
okay call me what-ever.

my ulcer, the pain is killing me.
i don't even feel like talking to any customers right now
when can i enjoy my good nice food?
im tired, tired tired.
a million things that i want to do and a billion things i dont wanna do.
fulfil pls..
things that i want and to do so much
1) get me those cute little bunnies.
2) my ulcer to get well.
3) a trip to anywhere, pls get me out of s'pore.
4) massage is love
5) need to top up my tops/shorts for my cupboard
6) tons of shoes, flops, heels, boots to top up
7) handbags
8) totebags
9) gucci wallet
10) my car license

things which i refuse to do
1) work
2) work with many full shifts a week.
thats the worst thing ever.

at 16:48