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Saturday, July 5, 2008

gobble down one bowl of fishball noodles & crab claw onstik from oldchangkee.
what's this?
i'm angry and pissed thats all.
let me be, if not more trouble will be created.
shut up

having MCs on saturday ruins my plan totally.
whatever the reason is, i'm still fugly upset over it.
imagine, things planned nicely but ruined it over one MC.
don't talk to me, i'm sure will go crazy again over it.
don't ask me why am i still at work when scheduled finish work at 2pm.
don't remind me that i've plans after work, nomore RUINED.
don't scream, i'll f*** you whatever shit, i cursed and i sweared.
don't be an ass to teach me what to do.
don't provoke me, i'll let you die on the spot.
don't argue with me, i slits your bloody neck.
i'm fugly not in the mood.
someone please ..
cheer me up.
make me smile.
but i doubt so.
i dislikes, working in elc ruins everything.
bloody hell o:

chicken ramly with cheese&egg w/o mayo&chilli - LOVES

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