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Saturday, November 29, 2008

"liked the way we were before.
like an elevator, we go up and we go down.
elevation."

i don't feel like studying for marketing alr. i'm IN the holiday mood. and omg, i studied 24 slash 7 like some dork the whole time, with decode playing 42 times in a single day, on the day i got it. zomg. i swear nfg's coming home is the best album by far, from a punk band.

i'm just trying to fix my mind onto marketing. geeeee, didn't know it's so hard. my attention span to it, is greatly reducing exponentially. because run, baby, run, sunday's coming and i'm missing mama.

the normal mom turned hair-dyed, curled, leather skirt, firebird mom has gone to melaka for work and she's coming home tonight (: probably with some goodies and food, doh. never fail a single time, to bring back food.

marketing concept, product concept, selling concept, production concept, societal-marketing concept.

and i am not paid yet! dingdong, just gimme my pay please, it's the end of the month. not fair, yo. yo, when am i gonna get paid. pay days are so irregular i don't like.