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Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Implicit trust.

Hmm, bad day! Bad bad bad. Bad because of that damned coursework B. Seriously, it's driving us crazy. No joke. That lady, you-know-who, fancy screaming and shouting at us. Like, a mad woman. Siao cha bor. She claims that she meant well, ya right, shitter. Sucha hypocrite.

Know what, she scolded me for littlest thing please. Like just taking my muffins over to weigh, without some trays or whatever, I don't know. And she went.. naggging and naggging and naggingg. What's the big deal man. That woman. Eeeeyerr.

Ayyye, nahmind! Hoho. But she spoiled my day. The sight of her and I'll go.. Amen. HAHAHAHA!

Ohhyea, this was the outcome of my experiment! Heh! And it sure taste yucky. Muffins taste like cookie. Lol~



Yayness, I've completed all my assignments & have read up on tomorrow's test! Satisfaction man. Greaaaaaaaaaat.

So, today's my sis birthday. Pathetic freak, she's sick. Happy birthday anyway.

Tomorrow's longggggg day again. Man, I yearn for some fresh air now. Know what I'm thinking now? Prom~! Hoho.

WHHOOOOOOOOOOSH!
Byebyebyebye





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