Behind my smile is a hurting heart. Behind my laughs I’m falling apart. Look at me closely and you will see: The girl I am just isn’t me.

Tomorrow is the first day of attachment. Till now, i'm undecided to take a bus or to take a train to ToaPayoh. Okay, i shall stick with MRT for now, cause it seems much safer:S Now it seems like everyone's bombarding me with what to wear for ITP tmr. Okay, i have NO IDEA.

Anyway, i'm annoyed with ITP, ruining my holidaysss): And it sucks cause i won't know how many days i need to work, how many hours a day, what time report work everyday, need work weekend anot, what time end. Okay, you get it. It sucks cause we know nuts about it-.-

Apart from whining about ITP. I think i'm trying to handle a heartache over here. Major heartache, don't ask about it. I have no idea why is this happening.Perhaps i thought too highly about myself in your heart. Maybe I'm really not on the top of your priority list, not even near.