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.Monday, May 26, 2008 ' 9:24 AM Y
& i walk alone

yesterday.
went to popo's house early in the morning.
buffet! :D
ate&played with zhuzhu's puppyyyyyyyyyyyy.
damn CUTE!
awww,
this is the first time i actually dared to hug a dog.
omg,
but it's really CUTEEEEE!
like marshmellowwww!
hahahahah.
HOOHOO,
i'm gonna steal it from her one dayyyy!
went home around noon.
i cried again,
because the state that popo's in breaks my heart.
i really wish i could talk to her like how i did last time.
but now, she dont even regconise who i am.
popo, i really love you.

today.
reached mac around 3.30
slacked around till 4&punched in.
kaka marwarni asked me to bring wei hian to the clinic for typhoid injection
&then to jp for account opening.
she handed me $500 for the bank deposit.
crazy-ness.
hahahaha!
i'm not even a crew leader lah.
HOOHOO.
but this means that she trusts me:D
went back to mac 3 hours later,
&michelle asked me to bring another guy to the clinic
because he dislocate his arm when he was fooling around in the kitchen-.-
still need to go all the way to clementi.
i DONT WANT.
then she asked someone to bring him there&gave me a counter.
weijie is such a niceee chap, he kept helping me to take the orders:D
i hate that malay crew,
he abit sick one lor.
he talks to himself.
eeeyer.
fucking lazy can.
dont want to pack the fries.
dont want to clean the fries station.
sooo salty&oily.
want the customers to die ah?
&that stupid fat arif say i like him just because i kept packing the fries for him?
please lah,
look in the mirror.
PUKES.
daddy sent me home.
XIAOFEN;







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