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Wednesday, April 1, 2009

I feel old. Tsk.

Blog hopping and reading the writtens of the upcoming generation ultimately, makes me feel old. We respect our privacy and tries our best to protect it; they flaunt every peck of theirs.

Recent "I just want my own private fun and relaxation" in contrast to those partae goers makes me feel old. The streets are full of the younger generation with dresscodes they think is trendy; that I beg to differ.

Sally's remark of her 13 year old boy piercing his ears w/o her knowledge and his growing vanity makes me feel old. Her son was only 9 years old when I met Sally and his clothes are bought by her; now he's doing things against his mother's wish already.

It's my 2nd year with the company. I've been working fulltime for 9 years already.

|Lady| 12:09 PM