If You come into my heart

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I would run I would fly

if you come into my heart

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Thursday, December 14, 2006 / 11:27 PM

My store manager fainted yesterday. Had to be sent to a hospital. Outside M1 no less, which is quite near to our outlet. Because of this, extra staff was hired to help out since we are short-handed. Her name's Asha, and she is a contract temp. Okay lah, she's friendly. A little loud, opinionated. But okay nevertheless.

Lately, I've been more slow and daydreaming on the job. Dunno why. But I feel guilty about it. Sloppy. I'm too bad to be called good and innocent. But...I'm too goody-two-shoes to be called "havoc". haha. And I've also been feeling like I'm wasting my life away. Well, end and punishment will come soon enough...

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