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Monday, April 30, 2007


my photo was taken by a stranger in the BUS! can you believe it? i mean c'mon la, is there a need to go to such an extent?...im starting to hate ppl who invented camera phone.

boarded the bus. irritated by the stares given by tt stranger. i'll call him bastard. and when he alighted from the bus, he was in front of me. camera on his phone, ez-link covering the screen of his hand. i knew sth was not right. so i turned my head and used my hair to cover 3/4 of my face. tt bastard was clever. as he alights, he hold his hand in a position tt may captured the other side of my face. *bingo. the click of the camera sound. and i'll say he's stupid because i knew he was taking my photo. i should be glad he didnt take my photo under the skirt, or i'll definately kick his dick.

it was considered a tiring day for me. i was supposed to slp ard 12am last night, but i ended up sleeping ard 2am instead. toss and turn in my bed for very long and in the end i got fed up n switch on my lappy and continue my games.

i was telling mom and bro abt the myanmar trip tt my sch organised, but i told them im not going because he doesnt allow. and never did i expect my mum n bro to disagree too. pengz.

with projs deadline nearing and....IAP is killing us...and CF have to be handed in in week 5. i feel like dying.

alright. time to stop ranting and finish up my tutorials. humph.

6:29 PM

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