Ah.. Work again tomorrow. Suddenly I'd rather just rot at home and not have the money for shopping. Yea, doesn't sound quite like Fiona anymore, eh? Mm.. PMS, pardon me.

But ya know, sometimes I really dread Saturdays. Apart from not getting to meet Baby, work isn't that bad actually. It's just that there really haven't been any crowd there since.. Since.. The damn building was up -.- And who do you expect me to sell those expensive clothings and accessories to? As ya know, Singaporeans. KIA SU LA!!! I need more customers to the damn shop.

At least I have really nice bosses. If not I'll just cry man, trust me. Tears of some freakin' boredom! Ah, save me.

Two more weeks of school to the end of semester's holiday. Regret not saving my 'off-days' for the last two weeks so that I can have five weeks of holidays instead of three. Ah well.

Changing class next semester and I doubt that I'd be able to fit in well, now with my horrible frequent changing moodswing. It'll just come swinging outta nowhere. Heck.

Time's crawling. I need my hols soon! BAH!

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Sometimes I hope what I thought of isn't what's happening around me.

Darn, I'm feeling emo again. I'm off, before the world floods.
And you'll see a lunatic running up and down screaming like some nutcase at the top of her voice. You know I'd love to do so.. (:
(Okay, that didn't sound quite right, but never mind)

Patiently wait for the return of Fiona Ong, people! It's gonna be worth it! :D

To Martin:
I'm sorry for the lack of replies to your mails, but I did try to send them. Must be some delivery failures or something. Don't worry though, I'll get it fixed real soon and inform you about it when I'm done. Just hope to hear from you still (: Take care.

#lovefio
I need a life, I need CASH!