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Friday, November 24, 2006
>>> my first day at work

first day at work!

earned $36 after deducting $6 for the nametag, cheat my first hour. haha.

the people there are really friendly and nice, but its tiring and a lil' sian lar. don't really feel like working alr hahahahaha. but i shall continue (:

3 blisters on my left foot. ouch.

desmond and i actually left early to catch the last bus home. being suay as usual, i missed my last bus even though i reached the bus stop 30mins before the last bus was supposed to come. desmond missed his last bus while waiting for me to get onto the bus first. so we both missed our bus. =.= so we rushed back to ritz to take the free transport home. reached home at 1am. so tired!

but hey, thanks desmond for being sucha gentleman (:

updating this while waiting for my hair to dry.

i guess its my way of telling you what's happening in my life now.

so this hols would be work trg work work trg trg work. and the cycle repeats. however this will only hold true IF and only if i don't quit my job. knowing me, .... sigh.

actually i won't mind if people don't celebrate my birthday for me, its not even a big deal to me. so my point is its okay if u guys don't have the time or what, its the thought that counts. yeah.

memories keep flooding back. but no matter how they make you feel, they're just memories after all.

i hope i didn't sound too emo.

{ danced @ 2:38 AM )

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the girl``

sharon
17121989
andersonsec
victoriajc
denvers (:


her wants``

lose weight!
become a great cheerleader
stay happy
people ard her to be happy (:

say something``



her past``

10/01/2003 - 11/01/2003;
11/01/2003 - 12/01/2003;
12/01/2003 - 01/01/2004;
01/01/2004 - 02/01/2004;
02/01/2004 - 03/01/2004;
03/01/2004 - 04/01/2004;
04/01/2004 - 05/01/2004;
06/01/2004 - 07/01/2004;
07/01/2004 - 08/01/2004;
08/01/2004 - 09/01/2004;
09/01/2004 - 10/01/2004;
10/01/2004 - 11/01/2004;
11/01/2004 - 12/01/2004;
12/01/2004 - 01/01/2005;
01/01/2005 - 02/01/2005;
05/01/2005 - 06/01/2005;
06/01/2005 - 07/01/2005;
07/01/2005 - 08/01/2005;
08/01/2005 - 09/01/2005;
09/01/2005 - 10/01/2005;
11/01/2005 - 12/01/2005;
12/01/2005 - 01/01/2006;
01/01/2006 - 02/01/2006;
02/01/2006 - 03/01/2006;
03/01/2006 - 04/01/2006;
04/01/2006 - 05/01/2006;
05/01/2006 - 06/01/2006;
06/01/2006 - 07/01/2006;
07/01/2006 - 08/01/2006;
08/01/2006 - 09/01/2006;
09/01/2006 - 10/01/2006;
10/01/2006 - 11/01/2006;
11/01/2006 - 12/01/2006;

her soulmates``

pat ; anqi ; jenn ; qiao ; fabby ; dean ; luan ; huijuin ; fangyi ; hongxiang ; jacq ; liyin ; shan ; bryan ; jeannie ; eunice ; weijie ; jingjie ; jeremy ; pearly ; dawn ; qichao ; zhiting ; 06S46 ;

credits``

layout ; j-wen
image ; I
brushes ; various sources