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chased outa ibm lab by the security guard again...damn, presentation, presentation...

way to go before i could complete my helpsheet, so what? i wonder why i m concerned, there're zillions of things could perk me up, but i m blind...this time i've got enough cash in the wallet to get the cup of coffee to the street artist before he knocked off, he needed it more than me, and i quitted that long time ago..

the package's here, ready to pack my bags and pick up pens and the notepad, i m good to go if visa doesnt screw up like zc's...dad said to me when i just got my butt home near 12, "the account is active over there, fund's in, get the cash card from me before you leave", stunned for awhile, all i could respond was " that's cool "..i never knew he's so cool, threw me that 3 lines and he's back to the bedroom, i thought he's just a stubborn dude who only needs me to boot up the desktop when he wants to access the intranet...ok, fine, i m wrong, he's a cool father, stubborn nevertheless