work has been great so far. except for some stupid childish complains made by some of the permanent stuffs there. oh bloody hell. i am having fever. my throat sore like hell. and i sound like somebody who suffers from throat cancer. shivering-shivering night i had yesterday. and im wondering at times like these when im sick, where are you. i think the lovesick chipped in. we are drifting apart. do you feel it? no? maybe im just being paranoid. i missed you. and i think im meeting z tonight. where to? maybe Changi beach? because that boy needs some peace. his mind now is in catastrophe, with many thanks to LOVE. what is love actually? is it something that makes you lose your individuality. i think not. not unless you love too hard.
oh my im sick. i need chocolate Cadbury Boost.

because i work for what i want and for what i need, i work for money and not just to simply keep myself busy. i'd rather go sit around at kedai kopi seriously.