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I hate this part right here
Friday, June 12, 200912:40 AM

I just can't believe time fly really fast. I can't believe I miss you already even though I just meet you just now. I hate seeing you all tired. I hate not been able to see you as often as I can. I hate it when I go all crazy when I am not able to see you. And I hate it more when I am not able to do anything to make you feel all better, to make your tireness go away.

I've been moody/cranky these days. Agruing with Joyce during slam period, teasing Joy non-stop, staring at the blank schedule for god-knows-how-long wishing it will tell me when to take off and when to work.

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