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Monday, October 5, 2009
No hope, no love, no glory, no happy ending

Syaz: My office is super dead zomg my mouth like itching to talk and laugh again. i feel like i will soon have this sudden outburst, like all these words will just come out of my mouth like verbal diarrhoea. Maybe last day, before i leave, i might just scream and run out of office. How does it sound? Nice plan?

Fad: Siao! Actually okay la. They will think you're some mentally challenged spastic girl who deserves to be free on the 16th

Syaz: Yes Fad. I went through 12 weeks of mental torture! This is officially the silentest 12 weeks of my life. The people here are deprived they might as well jump down this fucking hill and die. Ouch so mean but im sorry i really hate how they can survive without talking/laughing here. Tsk!

Fad: Quite sad ar. The people there nvr joke/laugh/play/shout/scream/run like kids/ gossip one ar?

Syaz: Never. Their gossip is forever about the boss or the contractor or the supplier (really, who cares right). Or the cleaner, maybe? They dont talk about stuff like, "hey you know my mum's neighbour gave birth to 3 pigs and 2 cows" -.-??? Uninteresting and lame lots im damn bored sorry

Fad: Hahahahahahahahahahaha If I were you I think i'd rather die.

Serioussssslyy..........................
PS: NINE MORE WORKING DAYS PEOPLE WE CAN DO THIS, YESSA
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