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♥ z h i h u i * b l o g ♥
Wednesday, May 11, 2005

im rather sick of selling tickets.


sick of pp tellin me,


"sorry zhihui i cant make it."


"sorry i got smth on."


"sorry these days money tight. no $$, too ex."


"sorry i get back to u some other daes."


somehow, the word 'sorry' doesnt mean anythin to me. disappointed will be the exact word to describe. really. n wats worse, tsmb is havin mid yr exams. not surprised tat none of them replied my msg. great.


fine. sometimes i wasnt really looking forward to the concert though. this coming concert means departure wif yr3 seniors. of coz will miss them loads. n to a concert wif not many of my friends turning up, esp to some or those or the one whom i hope will go but din, it some sort mean meaningless to me even if i hav prac real hard. the feeling juz sux totally. it juz dampened my mood. at least ibm concert was much better than md. friends of mine, mostly turned up to my surprise. well, i did try my best to sell tickets. tats all i knoe for sure.

♥ 12:40 AM ♥