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Friday, August 07, 2009 / -marjorie fair, "empty room"


i've been on these empty page fer hours wondering what i should blog about cause i'm always talking bout work and it's a drag. dang, you guys wouldnt wanna know bout these things right? right.

so that leaves me with nothing else. well, maybe there's something. new collections are out and i'm friggin dying here (dying to just type and order those loves). it's becoming a habit. and an unhealthy one i should say. but i think i've blogged this one before right? double dang

i'm hungry hungry hungry...
i'm bored bored bored...
i'm not sleepy, not yet not yet not yet...
you're irritated, i know i know i know...
wow, didnt know i could write a chorus =___=

if you've seen the movie 'hangover' (you haven't?! what're you waiting forrr??), watch this there's a similarity.. *grins

oh yea, so i owe Charlie $3.20 cause i lost the friggin receipt. i received a message from him telling me to call him immediately that it's urgent. so i called....

C : "hello Noriyah"
Me : "yes?"
C : "Noriyah, you're short you know" (as in shortage okay!)
Me: "huh really? how much?"
C : "you remember this (blablabla), where's the receipt?"
Me : "i think i do, but idk where's the receipt"
C : "okay nvm i'll pay"
Me : "really uh??"
C : "no la, i pay first.. you owe me okay"

and then he giggled! fer real!! i dont know why in the world he giggled but he did. long after i've made the call, i scratched my head and thought "that was my manager, giggling.."

this was quite a long post. oh and i realised i'm back to talking bout work. can't help it, triple dang?

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