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colours never lie
♥Monday, June 4, 2007


FINALLY.
My room's finally more or less done.
I'm just short of a CD tower and it's 100% done! =)

Thank you to:
Mummy, for sponsering my entire project.
Daddy, for assembling my table and shelf, for making sure my curtains won't fall on my head.
Fabby dear, for accompanying me throughout today, and making good friends with daddy.
I love you all. =)

So, while I'm resting my bones a little, I'm here to catch 2 eps of One Tree Hill, then hit the sack and reboot my system for work tomorrow morning.
Anyway, working brings me to meet a lot of weird and irritating people. By far, I've met a handful already and I've only worked 2 weeks. Today, some weird woman msged me claiming to have sampled my wine and wants me to be her god-daughter. Right.......tryna cheat me into buying her cosmetics? I'm not falling for it.

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I think my patience level's very low.
And it's actually not surprising me that I'm running out of patience for you.
I don't want to explain myself, perhaps not being too close to you would make me less mad.



Cookies and cream, Regi @1:14 AM