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Friday, March 02, 2007'♥

-friday i am in love!-

okaye. i know i have been skiving quite a bit,considering how often i am blogging lately from the office. But i got to say, it's quite an orgasmic experience to be able to lay my hands on acer's latest computer with a 19inch LCD monitor .


But, hah! so now i reckon i am on my way into the good books of my boss. For one, i retrieved over $2 million debts this month.
Then today, i heard something that by no doubt, will hit a new high on the 'wtf-o-meter'.
my boss freaking said i was cute . wtbf. who wants to be cute at 22. TELL ME. I THOUGHT I WAS JUST GOING TO POKE HER EYES WITH MY PENCIL IN HAND.


so anyway, it's a going to be a good friday .
cos it's dinner with bestie and partner in crime.
then it's crubbinnnngggggg with yy and company.
then photoshoot tomorrow.
then all other things as well.




WOOOTS.
IT'S 6.33pm NOW AND IT'S TIME FOR ME TO SCOOT OFF TO PARTAYE.


:D

5:01 PM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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