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Tuesday, May 15, 2007 Y

just got back from work. had my dinner and here i am blogging and updating on my routine. report to work very early today. suppose to start at 10am and ends at 7pm becoz i was holding the office key. so obviously i will be the first to reach. but to make the whole long story short, steph followed me to work. haha. *evil laughter* she was on leave today, but she dont feel like staying at home, so i asked her to follow me to work since i'll be all alone till ard noon. and so we met at city hall and ended up reaching my office at 9.30am.

my other colleague suppose to report at 2pm, except for the brothers, whom are suppose to report at 11am. but they ended up coming ard 12 plus. ni sume kes curi tulang ehk mentang2 boss takde. ku pauto kang, mati korang. hahaha. *more evil laughter*

after that, went lunch with steph and after which she went to meet ams and i went back to work. abang don came back at ard 3pm and we had our staff meeting. lots of events coming up next week. busy week ahead.

hmmmm. next. to 'yogi bear'.

i dont know how to define myself. you might find me very weird, strange and different from other girls. or even maybe different from your exs. but its just me. i am not like them. i am just different. i might show the expression that i dont care, but inside, i do. u might ask me million and one times why i didnt tell you how i feel, but really, i myself dont know what im feeling. to be true, sometimes i feel that we dont have any problems between us.

okay, fine, maybe we do argue over the topic of wedding lines. i am not agitated or wat-so-eva, just that sometimes different ppl have different views. like us. we do have diff opinions bout wedding lines, i wont deny that. and that's the reason why i dont like to talk about it becoz i seriously swear that i want to avoid any arguements. becoz i hates it whenever conflicts arises. so, that's why, at tymes, in the middle of a wedding topic, i wld just say, "okay, lets just stop talking bout my job and things to do with weddings." because why? because its not worth argueing over that issue.

i know u feel that im not paying much attention to you, but you are wrong. i do care for you. seriously. it may not sound convincing enough, but i swear i do love you.


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