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Thursday, May 8, 2008
((: / 9:23 PM

My mum says:
To totally give up means you have no stop talking about her.
No more to do with her in your conversation.
If you still have her in your conversation, it means that you still care.

I agree with that.
I gave up and thereby, I should stop my complains about her.
It never works if I only complain.
I have to do something to make things work.
However I decide not to, because she don't listen ((:

Before she ends in my blog.
I have something to say.
She LOVES to be the CENTRE OF ATTRACTION.
We can don't be there for events, but she has to.
She feels that she's on that position already, she's important!
(That's how she feels)
She says: We have to stop being dependent on the Sexco-s.
What a joke, that's how I felt.

She now finally ends in my blog. ((:

I went for work and my boss got me to do something.
"Do a poster! ((: Include this message in the poster!"
PLEASE FLUSH THE TOILET AFTER DOING YOUR BUSINESS-ES
& I did this.
'PLEASE FLUSH THE TOILET,
[A picture of a person covered by shit, and a toilet bowl with a bomb.]
AFTER PEE-ING & POO-ING ((:'

My boss was laughing like MAD!
I THE POSTER! (: