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Saturday, February 21, 2009

_11:00 AM_



Mind were running wild and i do not wish to answer any single call or do any tenant matching.
Felt so tired and i just feel like doing some hands on work.
Thus i took out that pathetic lonely clay which i bought months ago.
Half an hour later, the pathetic lonely clay turned into a present and a rabbit; which is shown in the above picture.

I still preferred doing hands on work instead on doing all the callings just like a telemarketer.
Calling, Answering and munching is worst than cooking, eating and cleaning.
Seeing phones ringing is really irritating.
Listening to her nagging, is just the beginning.
Laughing at myself, it's never ending.



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