where butter can fly...

the first day being a 20 year old... ha... it is not good at all... things happen... reminding me tt the world i am living in is not as wonderful as i think it will be... til now... i still dunno the real truth... is the lost bag due to our negligence or is it just kinda of cunning scheme... who is good... who is bad... who is real n who is not... who is the real victim... i m realli puzzled... the more i look at my supervisor the more i feel she is evil... a black heart behind a pretty face... i think she really have good acting skills... or m i too naive...
it's time to wake up n face the real cold world... but how?... i realli dunno how to face it... i m too naive... innocent?... or some pple will sae dumb...
wat i m thinking now... i want to get out of gucci... i dun want the job... wat stupid prestigious job... pui pui... sad + sad... overheard my mum sae... it'z just a part time work for me anyway... y get so work up n care so much... but i dun think huever can just treat it as nothing has happened... mummy...u just dun understand me n how i feel... cant she sae smth nice... i mean from the dae i started working... did she ever thot of any hard time i will get and whatever shit thing i may get... if she ever did show any concern... i m sorry... but i dun feel it at all... the ratio the love i get from mum: dad... 2.5:7.5...
wat a life... i hate it!...