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Saturday, August 05, 2006 . 11:08 PM


im pretty tired.
plan to stop bistro offically an help out with the moving soon
*sighz i haven't packed! oh no ... so gonna die

and as for tutoring i decided to let tution continue while it can

either way i still have work cut out for me tomorrow
3hr tution for miss shantini. im trying to read her books. kill me. and after that i have the bistro..probably for the last time. i feel a little sad.

i always feel sad when something is gone. i can't help it. im sentimental believe it or not. even if its shitty work like the darn bistro.

CK smsed me today
she smsed: wanna go "better fuck me" ? grace and siti is going
i was like ????!!!!!what in hell was that ? i thought it was some porn place or something like that

then i realised: BUTTER FACTORY!
oh man -_-" such lingo seriously tends to escape me

no im not going.
im good.
im home. mr tang asked me what in hell am i doing on a saturday night at home. trust me. i really don't care. i really have no life. i really just rotting :)

[headmusic]: someday i'll be a saturday night by bon jovi
[thoughts]: super mega earlier happy birthday girl!