perasaan setelah lebih seminggu bekerja di klcc.

I miss my sweet and caring boyfriend. I am in need of support and love. I feel depressed. I have to wake up at 530am every morning and then drive for an hour to get to my workplace. In that one hour period I meet a lot of jerks and stupid people who should not be allowed to drive. And for the next 8 hours I have to crack my brain and learn about economy, poverty and the east coast states. It is waaaaaaaaaaaaayyy different from what I’ve learned in the last 5 miserable years. So there is a lot to digest. I only can get off work after 530pm. And the traffic is crazy. And I will encounter jerk-ier people than the morning traffic. Everyone is desperate to get home, including me. The journey to get home usually takes more than one hour, especially when it rains. I wanna scream and shout out of desperation but I can’t. The other cars are too close, and they will see me break down.

So please, be a little more affectionate. I need affection more than ever.

:(

Perjalan pulang dari KL yang over-rated, over-populated, over-priced, pendek kata semua laa over!