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21.06.2004 Monday afternoon @ 4:09 p.m.
*Desperado*

I wanted to see other colours again. Sick of blacks, whites and reds.

Does anyone need a weekend maid? Or a weekend storyteller? Or a weekend chef? (My cooking skills are picking up, yes yes, please believe me.) I'd love to work part-time in any grocery or convenience store (I don't mind manual labour) if not for the fact that as an upcoming educator, I'm not allowed to. Bleah.

I'll even settle to be a temporary maid-cum-nurse. Desperation calls for desperate measures.

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