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Im the classic virgoian who believes in perfection. Sometimes people dislike me because they find me acting too cold towards humans. Or maybe they just can't accept my high standards. So, love me or not, u decide.

Screams
Thursday, January 20, 2011
i was so surprised that shay noticed my lethargy today.
perhaps it's nothing hideous, everything's openly written on my face.
well, im very tired, period.

see if you can beat me by handling 3 contact lens first timers in a day with the early bird first coming in as early as 11.15am while the shop had just barely opened for 1/2 hr.
thank goodness! i've not even touched my bread.
FML.
and this bugger took me 1.5 hr to complete just a session.
you know, i gotta drill him over and over again to make sure he's capable of handling the lens all by himself, INDEPENDENTLY.
heard that he's a 7-pointer in school but i say, he definitely has no flair in contact lenses.

anyway.............................i've had enough with these kids. almost vomitted blood!

shay asked me: "sylvia, do you need a massage? neck or shoulder massage?"
for no reason, my heart melted.
it's not towards the person, but more to the words he said.
i almost replied: "yes notti, i need one" (with a tight hug)
*crying*
notti, i need you.

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