I'm gonna die, next month. I egging failed my CMS again. FFS! I didn't expect this shit to happen to me again, WITH GRILL ORDER FOR C***'S SAKE! That fag is going to throw me out, fo sure! Whatever! It's not as if life goes on smooth for everyone. This is just one of my down moments. I'm not perfect, damn it! I'm just a normal human being that MAKES MISTAKES! Passing CMS doesn't ensure the best service, fags. It's what matters on the regular customers. They drop by to see you and chit chat and what not! DAMN IT! I've never liked this mysterious test. I anti. Heh.

Whatever. Past is past. I'll deal with it however I see fit or however Abang sees fit. If I get kicked out, ever, I don't give a damn. Worst come to worst, I'll just tell dad and get a new job. I'd probably be a lifeless doll though.

Bad Guy: Food here tastes horrible though...
Guard: Now now, it's nutricious... and besides... you're IN JAIL! What were you expecting, gourmet cuisine?!

Funny shit from Golden Sun 2: The Lost Age.

LOL! I'm serious! Hella funny.

Him and I chatted. Shared food too. I stole a slice of his... chicken wing. After which, he spitted on it right after "You didn't spit on the chicken, did you?". Good going, Susu. Smart move. Now I had the first taste of China Germ. Tasted like... chicken. Good. Not that I'd have noticed a difference. Ok, I forgot. Rafiq you oxymoron, you owe me SEVENTY CENTS! HORHORHOR!

When it comes to you and I, we're never meant to be. We're just strangers getting along well, one day bound to be split by the most natural method just because... just because we're not the same.