A story of a free condominium
Today is the day to ponder again, why on earth the people lay so much love on me even knowing the fact that I'm lousy? Some people call it popularity. Some call it personal charm. But really, you think this is effortless? Doesn't it bring you to a quest that what on earth had happened and brought me to some deep thoughts? Personal injury happened when I was doing stock-take in warehouse. Haslin was the one terrified with my dripping tears when my forehead accidentally hit the RO ramp so hard and it forced the tears out. I couldn't bother the bleeding shit until I had my work done, all the abang-abang managed to dig out some dettols, iodins, cotton buds from their pathetic first-aid and stopped the wound from bleeding then shooed me back to the main office, with one patch of funny bud on my forehead. Met Eija at the basement and she kept asking me to pack my stuff and go to clinic, which I refused because the freaking stock cards were saviour to my kak darling. Once I reache...