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Thursday, September 10
she shared @ 11:02 AM

feelings for work is such a weird thing.

sometimes i leave the house in the morning with a bounce in my step, sunshine in my face and all that crap..

and other times, most of the time actually, i'd cry out loud very much in despair that work is at least 15 mrt stations away.

no points for guessing which mood it is today. -_-

my mum was in kitchen cooking pineapple for pineapple tarts when i left home this morning. how i'd rather stay and help make those lovely yummies rather than head to work and..well..work. sheesh.

btw, my mum's kuih tart very nice. :)

ok. that's all. like that also can.
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