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Thursday, November 08, 2007Y

THIS IS FREAKIN ME OUT!!!

Ok...a few more hours till judgement day. Promoted/Retained? Its like, the very moment my name is called to be assigned to a specific LT, I would somewhat know my outcome. How scary is that!!! Plus! My choir and free lunch all depends on tomorrows results. I MUST have my free lunch!! =) yea yea..kiasu i know..

Oh yea. Yesterday there was this super huge cockroach in my room lah. Its about, I kid you not, 8cm big. I was like screaming my head off. My whole room smelt of baygon but that thing was super uneffective lah (reminds me of my ipw in sec 2) then my maid eventually caught it with her hands. YUCK! That is majorly disgusting. Don't know how she even dared to touch it. EWW...

My sis is insane, she's addicted to my choir song, Bohemian (or whatever you spell it). She keeps singing it! What is wrong with her?! I'd gladly let her take my place since she likes it so much. Blech! =P

If you have a problem with me, spit it out. What's your bloody point, showing that face at me? Am I suppose to feel this sudden surge of guilt that I will beg for your forgivness? Fat chance! I'm not enjoying a single moment of this and you're not making it any better. Count yourself lucky that I even put up with it.