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Friday, July 29, 2005
As Ming would put it, I'm so majorly fucked too.

It's 7.28am and I've only churned 343 words. I need at least 600 and 600 words won't exactly "do justice to the press conference".

343 words and I've run out of things to say. And it's due in about ten hours time. So, I'll have to churn out an average of 30 words per hour from now if I want to submit it on time.

Somebody, shoot me please.

Press conference = PC = PeeSai. This is proof that I did not have enough sleep.

Tell you a secret, actually, I slept from 12am to 3.45am then 5.45am to 6.30am.

Where's the gun you wanted to shoot me with?


BimboQueen
7/29/2005 07:28:00 am

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