again. sunday dissapoints me. if thats not good enough, the added worry of going to work tomorrow.. man.. whenever i think of work, i get this kinda feeling inside my stomach.. My mind goes back to the last day i work. My first day of work was on friday.. what luck. shitload of people just kept streaming in.. i was so urrrghhh.. I dont know wether to hate this job, or to say its ok. The mere thoughts of it makes me wanna puke. Not to mention the things i have to rmb. man.

its not big of a deal, but i notice we dont really meet up during sats and sun. Partly because i dont have money (lol). I just get restless if i dont get to see her. lol.. thats not good. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. im going crazy.. plus her job. i know its from her sis.. and she needs the money.. i just hate it.. the idea of people asking u to do stuff. fcuk. i know she s been doing it for long and she s grown up too. i just dont like it. lol

Come to think of it, life without her lastime was much easier to handle.. but it was frkkin empty. its like a painting with pictures but colourless.. It was routine. Do what i need to do for the day and get home. Dont know what shopping means, frequent the bed and get fat. i was pathethic. those time, handphone bills were pleasant surprise to my mom whos footing the bill. i wear the same thing over and over again. dont go out much. hated that life. i was frenless. lifeless. colourless and Loveless. everywhere i go. (even if i did went somewhere) i pray not to bum into her. or even see her. lol.. how cold was i last time.

anyways. sundays dissapoint me. Gotta change the way i miss her.. or else there will be prize to pay and yeah. i hate my job.