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Thursday, May 19, 2005

4th day of work...o well..lets stop talking about work at the moment. I had a bad dream on tue nite, wed morning.
I really had a bad one this this. i am so frighten. It indeed scare me off. I woke up with a racing heart. I could only remember bits and pieces only. I dreamt that i lost my mum. She jump down from a building after talking to me. Cant remember what she did. All i rem is that she jump off the building. The building name was sucide building or something. I ran down and told the security, and he told me that, thats what the building is for. The next moment, same day, i saw my bf dead too. two furneral helding at punggol. i ran both side. i cried and cried and still cired....damn....i wish it will never happen. Even tough my mum wasnt good me me, but she is a great mum.
She keep the house neat and tidy, always cook dinner, of coz, lazy at times, but she always make sure the clothes we wear are clean. she make herbal tea when the weather isnt good. anyway, i still love her, just that she loves my bro too much. :(
back to work, one joke of the day. blurgal indeed is blurgal. fuk.....i tried answering a call today, and the person asked for Mark. i hold the line and turn to pearlyn to ask her who is mark. the next min i knw, mark was the guy sitting in front of me all along. worst thing, fuk, i had lunch in a group since Mon and he was in the group all along for 4 days. fuk.....
Sorry guys that i cant msn liek what i used to do. I have tonnes of singnet biz application to process everyday. have to key in data, check for activation date etc.. but i think i m able to msn tommorrow, coz the gang will be heading to bintan for a trip. the whole sales team. Mei yee explained that they have book the chalet long ago, therefore, cant squeeze me in. netx time ba. damn..each of them have 500SGD for that trip. Fully sub by co. but if they overspend 500 then on their own. good rite....

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