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Wednesday, June 13, 2007
11:28 am

poor blog.


My poor blog (and all you readers) has been so neglected recently, I feel a little strange staring at the "create post" screen now as it feels like a long time ago since I was last here, typing some inane post out. Anyway, I'm back to feed my blog before it starves into oblivion.

Life, though a tad nervewrecking at time, has been treating me well of late anyway. I've received my pay for my SocGen, Asia Pacific Breweries and ExxonMobil altogether on the weekend that the GSS started and spent almost all of it within a mere two weeks (no prizes for guessing how and why), bought a lot of new clothes/shoes/bags/accessories/blah (calculated my expenses last week and almost died of a heart attack), got a long overdue haircut (the last time I cut my hair was last July!), celebrated Crystal's 21st (happy birthday you <3 <3 <3!), met up with a lot of friends (both old and new - especially over lunch breaks), been working like a dog (internship AND part-timing as usual), excitedly planning for my Bangkok trip (what to bring/wear/buy and where to go), learning a new choreography that Gupson has decided to pull out of his ass at last minute (that I look stupid doing), and generally feeling happy and loved and all that jazz.

Except that, of course, I can be too greedy and thinky for my own good sometimes - messing up my own little almost-perfect bubble.

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