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Monday, August 30, 2004?
-deep breath.

Hans is officially my personal publisher.
Thank you, Hans(:

Don't know what's up with my account.
I can't seem to publish my blog.
I can't seem to type anything actually.
This is depressing.
I can't rely on Hans all the time.
Can I?
-smiles sweetly at Hans Bhans.

Don't want to keep my publisher waiting.
So what's up today?
Same old same old.
Mr Tan physics teacher was absent.
Mrs J was absent as well.
Hannan and Eldwen made themselves absent
during Miss Khor's last lesson(:

After school helped my fellow secretariats
with teacher's day stuffs.
Arisa had to go off early because she had stuffs.
She was so in a hurry, she took my physics book by mistake.

Theodore was our.. food delivery man(:
Because his mother was.. erm, i don't know.
Some very important lady...?
So we got him to get us food from the atrium(:
Hahhaa big sin. But yeh.
Don't expect us to do work without filling our stomach.
(Filling our stomach with food not meant for urs..
Seriously, it tastes better.)
Hehhe. Tasty.
Spicy though.
Too spicy.
Gulped down Meisy's pink dolphin.
Sardine jer(:

Flowers arrived.
The fun begun. Or began.
..

Hate roses.
Hate hate hate roses.
Hate the thorns actually.
Got pricked thousands of times.
My thumb actually bled.
A little(:
So I'm okay.
Hahhaa.

After all those,
I might consider being a florist.
Or Just the helper(:
I don't want to do roses, though.
Hahhaha.
If you're not careful,
you can bleeed to death!
Hahh.

Lynette cam pro gitu(:
She's good.
Hhahha.
And Ginny sucks((:
Oh.
Xinying too.
She and her 'mucus'.
Hahha.
Though I started it.
Ahhh.

Atiqah brought home a white rose.
Meishie too.
I brought home an orange petal.
It's gorgeous.
It's red underneath(:
I cut it later to micro bits pieces.

Went home with a stupid migraine.
Still am having.
If this continues, I might not come school tomorrow):
And my account's not working right.
Stupid account.
Or it could be my computer.
Stupid computer.
Just my luck.

ps.
Thanks again, Hans(:

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