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Kar Kei





Tuesday, November 2, 2010, 8:18 PM
When I was younger, I saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind. He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it. And my momma swore that she would never let herself forget. And that was the day that I promised. I'll never sing of love if it does not exist. But darling you are the only exception. You are the only exception. You are the only exception. You are the only exception. Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts. And we've got to find other ways to make it alone. Or keep a straight face. And I've always lived like this. Keeping a comfortable distance. And up until now, I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness. Cos' none of it was ever worth the risk but you are the only exception.

Getting people to voteee. I mean yeah. I have my doubts about the band but well. I dunno. No harm in helping. I can't believe i joined the band. O.o Oh well. I promised to give it a shot. I should keep my promise. And I'm a HR. O.o Stands for Human Resource. It's for CEC. I didn't sign up for any post but okayyy. I was so shocked. I didn't know that Encik Hisham even know what my name was but okay. Thank you anyways. I'm the HR with Li Jin. For International. So like, yeah, I won't let you guys down. I hope. There's cheer tomorrow. I can't wait to go. But at the same time, I'm a little terrified. What if I'm not good enough? What if I can't do the things that I am asked to do? I'm terrified. I'm hoping for the best. And I'm scared that I can't pass by this month. I want to come back next year different. And yes, by that, I mean a profect. Wearing black baby! :D Wish me luckkk. I totally need all the luck and support I can get right now. To my amazing friends : IHEARTYOU! :)