Me?
Or my work?
I think my work is the boss. I'm still at work. HOW COME?
Why is LIFE SO DIFFICULT?
Days like these (especially after a long holiday) make me wanna go back to Sabah and retire.
I'm serious. All I need now is to age very quickly. So, I'll have an excuse.
Hmmm... Then again, do I want all the wrinkles and sagginess that come with it?
Hehe... maybe not (Argghhh... I'm such a slave to vanity).
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