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i feel like swearingcos of the many sucky stuff tht's been happening these days.first there was the supervisor frenzy, which is much better now considering we met the new supervisor and he helped somehow and at least we know what to do now.and then there was the heavy stuff we had to carry home.ohh. i meant lug home.then now.. as my day is getting better.some BLOODY asshole had to knock me without saying sorry and land my phone on the floor.i'm not feeling exactly happy or high-spirited.and pls imagine.(ps: i do not have anything with chubby people.. i am not exactly skinny myself)some pot of fat lard knocking into me, thus landing my phone on the floor, and ran to hug another pot of fat lard while she was waiting for the cab in front of temasek poly. rahhhh!.dont he have the manners to say sorry or something.. (courtesy lion anyone?)shit lar.i dont want my phone to die out on me again.so this is how my day started.i dont know if i sound like i have pms.but i'm not feeling too nice.shitty asshole.i hope it'll get better.afterall it's dad's birthday.sighs.what's worse than an asshole ruining your day.Labels: rambles
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