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2008-03-05, 11:03 p.m.

I'm not a piece of clay. You can't mould me to what you want me to become. It just doesn't work that way. I can't wait for the day when I'll live my life far away from you. Fucker. You fucking queen ah. Everything also tell me what to do. Who I can go out with, must know who I meet up with ah. You know already then what. Can stop me ah. As if.

I'm tired. I think jumper is a nice show. Ending abit lame but it's still nice nonetheless. And meet the spartans. Goodness lah.. Lame until the end. The spartans will flip in their graves.

Ok funny message received. 'yong - fri afternoon, any superseniors can help to monitor the team on shifting on boats and equipment to seletar reservoir for mr500 please message huiming/szemin. -pass. -.- it's crazy' HAHAHA! Results leh. You think we what. Slaves ah. Who in the right frame of mind will want to go and oversee such things on the day of collecting results? Does it even matter whether the shifting is before or after collection?!! Who the fuck is going to be in the right frame of mind. No one free lah huh. No one ok. Can't keep entertaining you and your slightly more than a little unreasonable demands (what a major understatement).

I'm in a weird mood tonight. Seems to veer towards bitchy. Yet this isn't bitchy is it? hmmm. I don't fit the image anyway. Yawn. I think it's about time I turn in. -flip-

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