a really long story dat ive been wanting to share.

every time i wanna share, certain pple thot dat it is nth to dem.

"Just imagine u were in ma shoe dear"

its not dat i ask for it, its not dat i brad abt it. or its not dat i want it to be dis way.

First day of attachment, the day i look for.

A table, wif tweety bird and own PC. *da mula beragan*

well, too bad. i was send back to sch on the second day.

They want SQL database and dot.net programming language wich is I DONT KNOW.

and dere u go, ma grade is one down cos i was send back.

it wasnt ma fault cos i havent learn dat module yet,

still thinking postive.

Happy and relief.

wen tchers are supproting me dat it wsnt ma fault.

class is so kecoh of wanna transfer place.

stop blaming me as if it was ma fault dear, as i was saying, i didnt asked for it.

i didnt even noe i was send back.

company send back cos dey got nth for me as i havnt learn anything.

open ur eyes,clear ur mind and be in ma shoes. stop thinking of urself.

and be grateful dat u wasnt me.

cos i dont like programming and feeling shit like stupid sitting at ma desk staring at pc, waiting for emails.

well, no more eating alone, talking alone.

cos i was transferred to simlim, where zairul and amin was attached. more, faiz and farah is in the same building.

2nd day of attachment, half day at the singtel and off back to sch,

doing beach fiesta things helping ms lena.

mr yap quickly send emails to all company who want me. chedebah!

haha. and dere i go, attached to sim lim.

and calculate! 3 times i was transfered. Ive take note, and plspls no more.

thank you.

well, sun before the say off attachment , i had family outing.

one word.

GREAT.

haha. food, is love.