Gosh,I finally understand what 'regret' felt like.
This crazy sour and bitter feeling in the heart that threaten you to give in to the desire to disagree to whatever you have agreed.
And now I'm dying.
MY SENTOSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~~~~!!!
I CAN'T GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~~!!
GOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~!!
iwanttodieiwanttodieiwanttodieiwanttodieiwanttodie..
Isetan just called me earlier in just an hour ago,asking me to go for the job there since they have the space free for me.
It was enticing for me you know,really enticing.
I was dyin to get a job.
Pleaseeeeee,my pocket is pathetically empty and i can't let that carry on.
Now that I've got one in hand,I think i want to die.
I can't go out this week,at all.
Please,kill me.
My sentosa..
My marina barrage pinic..
My luncheon with claudine tomorrow..
goshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
kill meeeeeeeeeeeeee!!



ciao.