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Sunday, October 10, 2004

Baby, come to me, I'm waiting,
Let me hold you tight, don't let go,
Bring it back where love's so good...
Song changed, with courtesy of JunNan. [*winks]

I nearly fainted on my way home today. The feelin sucks. The 15mins walk from the bus stop seems forever. These are times where i wished i have my class 3 license and a car. Or better, someone to chauffer me around.

That's the problem nowadays. Wat's the silly hopes i have of ownin a car, when i dun even have a license. And it brings me back to point 1, i never wanted to be a driver in the first place. Being the passenger is always the best seat in a car. Well, unless you are so godfuckin rich to own a $1 million roarin car, tat's a different story. I always leave the mind-werkin job to the one closest. Be it, family, friends [who drives], baby, or whoever, watever. The Needa-full-concentration job is just not for me. I predict, within 1 month, the 1 yr old Honda would be gone. Tat's if i get lucky, without killin anyone on the road. Btw, there's 3 type of person you should never knock into. One, the motorists. Two, the pedestrains. Three, the ang-mos. Reason: Knockin a motorist down, needa pay money; Knockin the pedestrains, is always ur fault; Knockin the ang-mos, they will sue till you go backrupt. Hah! [Sounds funny ar. This is wat Barry was sayin the other time, when Darlin got into an accident.]

Anyway, ENOUGH of me missin Him. Let's change the topic. The job I was talkin about earlier, was just a 3 days receptionist at NewsPage Pte Ltd. It was easy, all i needa to do is to wait for phonecalls, and i'll go, "Good Mornin, NewsPage. This is Cynthia speakin, how can I help?" And transfer the call to the respective person. Half of the time, i'm stonnin, tryin my best not to doze off on the job. Monday will be my last day. I'm going to be UMEMPLOYED. I NEEDA A JOB.

Please HIRE me! I'm talented. and Hardworkin too. [PLEASE!~~~~]

beautiful memories on. 6:17:00 pm x
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My Belove Reminiscence.
Slut. Of course NOT!
My Terminal. In reality.
Then he inspired this.
When one's lost his directions.
The Tsunami Prayer.
Between You & Me.
That Cheeky "Sisterhood".
Saints' 30km Road March
The word - Condemn.
Singaporean Traits
Wilber, Definitely cute.


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