The Life Of a Typist

Raped Rapist Rapes Raper.

LOL. I find that sentence very damn funny. For no reason. LOL. And to think that I am typing all this in the middle for the afternoon, at my work place here in Bugis, OMG. HAHA.

Oh well, I think it’s the boredom and the tiredness. This place is so damn fcuking cold and quiet, and all I can hear is the noise of typing done by people around me…. BRRRRR… WINTER! D:

*piak piak piak piak piak…. piak piak piak piak piak*

Hmmm… Note that I am also making super alot of noise down here just by typing this post, and typing it EXTREMELY FAST. XD

wooooohoooo fingers! =D

One Response to The Life Of a Typist

  1. u’re spotted!!! I am your BOSS!
    Why aren’t u doing ur work when u’re supposed to?

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