Tuesday, April 13, 2004
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Sorry if I've ignored you in one way or another for the next following days...I hope I can be alright after this week. Yes. It's the new-job-on-hand-withdrawal-syndrome. It's so goddamn fucking stress in the newsroom!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ah ok, I'm working as an Editorial Assistant for MediaCorp Press now in case you haven't realise. Okay, I need sleep. I will write more tomorrow. IF I can...in the meantime, pray for me everyone. Pray that I won't screw anything up in the newsroom. Pray that I'll be fine after this week. I need it.
// she's beautifully chaotic at 1:01 AM >> 