Rotting in office.
I know, Friendster's lame. But anyhow, I logged in and viewed my friends and I was like "Who dat?... WHO DAT?!"
Sometimes even when we see those people we know on streets, we don't even acknowledge each other: " Yar,I added you in friendster but I'm not going to talk to you."
Like Vat-eba~
By the way, is "I'm afraid I wont be free as I have something on" give enough hint that I'm not interested in hanging out? Cos why am I still being asked what time does my stuff end and "I think you can make it lah." URGH! My brain is not functioning well these few days (I know, for some of you, you think I have no brain at all) so save me the trouble of trying to come up with good excuses. Tiring, you know?My puny brain needs rest for most of the day.

I'm always being stood up by friends. Not that I'm pissed or unhappy about it and all.... .... ...
Um, maybe I am? a lil'? Tiny little bitsy bit. But I'm trying to live in terms with it and I know that he(S) more important so yeahs, since I'm singly single, I'll make do with vcd rentals starting with:
Harry Potter
The Simpsons
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I'm NOT complaining~ Nope, I'm not.
Lastly and shit-tily, I'm bringing KitKat back.
The divine craving returns.
"Have a break, have a KitKat".
I had/have so many breaks. I had/will have so many KitKats.
It makes me happy and fat. Instantly.