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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Azi called to wake the dead. I was still feeling unwell. Had no mood to work and I was extremely blur. Wan asked me to go to the bank and told me to buy lunch for him and Azmi. On the way to the bank, I kinda got lost..but eventually got to the bank. When I came back, I saw Jamilah in the pantry. I felt elated knowing that she was also working in the freaking morning shift. Since then, my mood changed (: . I also had my lunch break with Jamilah. We treated cardboard boxes as mats and ate our sandwiches as though we're having picnic. Oh yarh, many thanks to Jerine Tangerine for the advance birthday present..heh. You're so sweet.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ELLA AND SITI SA'ADAH!!!