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Friday, September 17, 2004

i have been sleep deprived for the past few days. i am so tired. see what mass comm does to you! it makes you sleep deprived, makes you dependent on coffeee and makes you go crazy no matter how tired you get. today morning, met up nearly 2 hours earlier to fix the remaining of the webgraph project. ming and beni, it's been a pleasure working with you guys. you've all been cooperative and funny despite all the crap we went through.

sorry for being a bitch here, but calvin, do you know that i hate working with you? could you please change your bloody working attitude. if you continue like this, trust me, nobody would want to work alongside with you anymore. you're not only lazy, you're ineffective, incooperative. among all of us, you did the least work. and i helped you with your webgraph. hello? i helped you with your parts. all you had to do was like... the graduates list, fix the interview and the alumni coordinators and FMS adresses.... how easy was that? you procrastinated to the very last minute, held up everyone in the process and made me dislike you. when i saw what you did today morning, the FMS adresses part, i was so tempted to go to the DAWS room and slap you. yes, that's what i felt like doing and i am not afraid of admitting it. i don't care if your opinion of me changes. cos i don't give a damn. and when we were in galileo today, all you did was sleep. hey, you aren't the only one who's sleep deprived okay? we all are. i hope you read this.

okay, enough bitching for the day. gosh, that felt good, letting all the anger out...

on a happier note, i passed my marketing test. 20/30. i know it ain't that good, but hey, considering how little time i spent studying, i passed! yayness.

finally, it's friday. looking forward to weekends. lets see, this whole week... writ comm essay, radio protools assignment, marketing test and web graph's all over! i though i couldn't live through the week. i survived. =) kudos to all mass commers. you all survived. but i am sure there's more to come.

okay, i've got soc psyh journal 2 due next thurs. i haven't decided what i want to do yet. =( shucks.

as i was on my way home today, on the bus, i saw this old man. he's cheena pok. and he was like raping me with his eyes. my modesty was outraged. i felt soo.. naked. he was like, stroking his thigh, licking his lips, winking at me.. eeew. disgusting. i wanted to shout at him to stop staring at me... but i didn't.

yay, i am looking forward to tomorrow. to meeting up all you people. and weikean's going churching too! finally, i get to meet up with you.

i am damn sleepy now. think i need to go to sleep... before that...
i know this is too early beni, but i'll probably go to sleep before midnite... you've been a great joy to have around. you make me smile, the benis! *mwah* you rock my socks baby. and yes, you are a day older than me. so what? *pouts*
HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY BENI!


BimboQueen
9/17/2004 10:24:00 pm

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