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I write to keep from going mad from the contradictions I find among mankind - and to work some of those contradictions out for myself. If ordinary people complain that I speak too much of myself, I complain that they do not even think of themselves. - Michel de Montaigne

Tuesday, March 8

When a man loves a woman..

Right. The tittle has got nothing to do with me or you. The song crossed my mind so, you know. . . Oh, about the Tumblr, I don't think I want to have an account. To lazy to do one. Hahaha. Blogger is just fine. I'll just live with it. 


Anywayyyyyyyyyyyy, I worked part-time already at the same place I've been talking about. Yeah, I have the guts with me the other day and ask about the pay. They're paying me RM 400, a month and I only work half day. Awesome? Neh, not really. The principle told me not to tell anyone about the pay, but now the whole world knows. What, you wanna rob me? Hahaha. No need. Come and ask nicely, I'll give you the whole thing. Wait, you don't think its true, right? Yea, to good to be true. 


That is all. I'm to lazy to think. My brain is turning to yellowish brown. You know, rusting. 
Jyeahh!
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