I'm so tirrrreedd.... Been working at my family restaurant's western stall for the past week... Bloody exhausting.. Cook, send, get the ca$h, take orders, clean .. Urgh. BUt I need the money.. For my chalet, for my bill, n I wanna get some stuff.. Nobody reads this stuff I'm writing.. but I feel so good just writing it.. Haha.. Replacement of diaries I had in my younger days... Always had "someone" to tell my secrets to.. which is my diary.. I rarely tell my secrets out.. Coz, I'm just afraid other people won't agree with the way I think and may even dislike me.. So, truthfully, there's no one out there who knows me more than 90% of who I really am... Maybe not even half.. Tralalala...~