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Wednesday, May 05, 2010 7:02 PM


busy days are not good for my health...

black face, black hands..

talk about getting your hands dirty..

but i am really aching right now..

damm those heavy boxes..



sometimes i wish things will jsut slow down a little..

then maybe the rest of the world can chase up with me..

but thats my expectations now..

learn today, perfection tmr



sometimes i wish, you would understand what i am trying to say..

i cant say it directly cos then i would be a bastrad

but if i say it indirectly, you dun get it..

i just wish you were more available..

and dun always say life is so sian all the time..

smile more :)


hold me now at 7:02 PM
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