It's really literally, "killing me softly". No joke man. softly and slowly. It's a slow death.
I have a huge temptation to sell my fear street books and goosebumps. It's taking up so much space. Then again, the sentimental streak in me is stopping me from doing so.
My friend was saying I am discouraging him to be a property agent and all i did was telling him how a property agent really is like. There was this time, i was working at a showroom for MiCasa, the new condo at CCK, seriously, if i wasn't working, I'd have scratched the eyeballs out of many property agents. One of this lady who spends half her time there making up, pushed me. Most of them have no respects for their own colleagues and needless to say, other people except to customers. It's like they have these two masks that express, "Happy", "Angry" and they switch between these two masks in a short time span of one second at will.
Property agents.. argh..
You know, sometimes, i think that being dependent on someone is a dangerous thing to do. However, I guess at least for me, once I'm used to someone being there, i would want that someone to be there for the rest of my lifetime.
"And this marks THE END of the entry."
12:42 PM
12:42 PM
Living a life full of life. That's all about me that you should know.