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Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I do not die.

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    Saturday, February 16, 2008, 12:57 AM

    I am incredibly bored recently. Life is all about sleep, eat and work. Nothing much happened, basically. Work is where the joy and gossips comes. Due to the recent renovation and refurbishment, we have loads of strange men working with us. Technician, contractors, shifters and painters.

    Men doing funny random things to get another's attention. Pickup lines were totally lame and irrelevant. Out of the blue, some dude will just call you names to stir some reaction from you, for instanance, " HEY cereal girl!" or "wassup, sweetie!" or even " I just wanna say hi." All of which, just leave me speechless and perplexed.

    Anyway, we girls just gossiped among ourselves and share our little experiences. We concluded, men are desperate for free fucks. One of them want to anal fuck Sonya, that damn blonde actually exchanged number with him and dated him a few times.

    Come to think about that, I am the only young female species there that didn't exchange numbers leh. Is it me or are they too opened?