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Sunday, December 6, 2009

meant to

and so,
i had a bad week.
i hate bossy people to the max.
i hate it when people boss me around.
especially when they don't have the right to do so.
LISTEN UP.
no one except my parents have the right to boss me around.
so who the hell are you?
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and after a hectic week,
i swear that i officially hate project work.
individual work is the best,
because i don't have to bother about other people's opinions.
i don't have to live up to other people's expectations.
i can decide things for myself.
i can fail it if i want to.
i hate project work.
perhaps my EQ is not high enough to work with others.
maybe.
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the only great part of the week was saturday.
cos we had a performance.
it was at tuas,
that keppel marine thingy had an opening ceremony for the oil rig.
something like that.
and yes.
it was pretty grand.
the food served ain't packed rice.
we get to eat with the invited guests.
(:
wine and beer and cold rock smoothie were served.
salmon, salad chicken, shephard's pie and different sorts of pasta were served too.
and of course,
yummy, pretty little cakes for desserts.
performance went well.
i was being so uptight about things going wrong that i brough 4 pedals along in case.
and yup.
many thanks to the dears who could make it.
otherwise i would be skinned alive by SDAR.
most of my members couldn't make it.
so,
the 5 of us,
filled up a one hour slot.
i love my members.
they are such a joy to have.







some lecturers from np were there too.
they praised us.
and i felt so honoured to be the president of the club.
really.
i just realised that it's these kind of sense of achievement that motivates me to carry on.
i will be a better president.
i will bring the club up to a higher level.
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after that,
lynette, fryderyk, laopo and i went to tiong bahru.
stoned at mos burger for a long time.
talking, laughing,
making fun of fryderyk.
discussing bgr issues.
time flew pass.
and soon,
it was time to go.
frozen yogurt to end of,
and,


















laopo,
i love you!
maybe i'm not the right one for you.
maybe







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