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2008


Thursday, November 22, 2007













We (the pic above) were chatting decently in the handicapped loo.
Apparently we girls always do so.
You know being lock up in the different cubicles are really troublesome, what’s more, we are both girls, what’s there to lose.
When we came out, there standing the security guard who suspect and sure off that we smoke in the loo (pretty much smokers do it but not us, we hate cigarettes to the core). She demanded our ezlink card, I thought was for clarification sake but JT felt she wanted to copy our details and sort off “black-list” us.
“show me your school card”
“ why do you need that for?”
“just go and take”
“we did not smoke, what’s there a need for it? We are speaking in a nice manner to you now. Tell us why you need it”
So another guard came and sniff our fingers to check for the “evidence.” Somehow she asked me for my left hand and held my right hand instead, damn weird, senile maybe.

Fundamentally, we are conscience clear, we had nothing to be afraid off, come come SMELL all you want.

Negative outcome.

The second security guard was way much nicer comparing to the first one considering her attitude and decent speaking tone to us. So what if you look stern but there is no way to show your almighty self and gain no respect from us in the end.

boooooo

Thursday, November 22, 2007

HELLO
semiprecious stone; I have an old-fashion sense of everything Still learning and making mistakes along the way in life Importantly, great loved ones I have. Thank you lord.


Tagboard;









Casual Updates
Book: Men are from Mars Women are from Venus
Music: i need silence now
Obsession: holiday? to work.
Craving: subway sandwich
Update: 4 upcoming tests


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