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Okay great. Now i am really sick. I feel so weak all over. =/ Kelsey's here at my house and the plan was to go swimming but both of us were too restless to do so. Besides, i aint feeling too well. So both of us planned what we're going to do tmr. Every single details and all, but suddenly, alex called, again. He guranteed that this time it would be for real and blah blah blah, so now, kels and i are gonna work there and have the tele-coordinator as our 2nd job. We feel so bad to the man though. He was so damn nice. Aye.
Now, we dont even feel like working there. Both of us are stressing about this and that. And when it's alright, we were stressing about another thing as well. I guess it's because this happened too last min. I am tired. Tired of everything.
♥ With love, Amanda