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Thursday, November 13, 2008

Break the ice.
Saturday,
Work.
Dinner-ed at Dempsey Road's Red Dot, a pint of bitter Summer Ale and headed down for a midnight movie, The Coffin. Give it 3 outta 5 popcorns.
Before movie, i had to grab some hot brewed coffee, i was coughing like there's no tomorrow. Hit home in the wee hours.

Sunday,
Work, like a zombie who only had 3 hours of sleep. Thank god it was the last day of the bazaar, everything must go. So when the doors shut, staffs grabbed everything they could. I got myself a CK trench coat, Lacoste boots, Max & Co. ballet flats, AX long sleeve, Diesel wristbands and halter top. I was planning on more leather jackets or jeans only if i knew earlier, oh wells. So i had my loots in 2 huge shopping bags.

Monday,
At last, i had a day off from my hectic work schedule. I think this is the phase where i work like there's no tomorrow, practically submerging myself in work and more work. I barely get to rest with the tight time, one after another. I finally get to replenish my sleep, till 5pm. It's 3 jobs, no joking matter. I had plans for working so hard, now i guess it's just for myself and future, what 's in hold for me sure has to be something brilliant. I'm gonna have to find myself some social life sometime soon, as i slowly fall into the workaholics trap.
Gave myself some therapy, manicure, after all, the previous coat was wearing out after the hard work at the bazaar, nails broke, paint peeling.

Tuesday,
Work. Here's Bernice, the amplifier that can be heard all the way from across the room, one stubborn brat. Still managed to tame her.



Wednesday,
Work, made a discounted transaction, lesson learnt. Otherwise, the day at Roff is just simply sitting in front of the screen and surfing the world wide web. Dinner-ed at Allesandrea's, cozy couch, The Mirror's playing on wide screens and cold air conditioner's air blowing with raindrops pelting on the windows.

Thursday,
Work.
Oh, not forgetting, Happy Birthday to Kalai's mom!

I'm not dream girl, not perfection, never said i was from heaven. But baby i could be the closest that you met. I was looking for that someone that don't exist and he want some. What you want isn't always what you get, who's gonna make your day like the way i do?