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i came from the street 10 years ago. and suddenly i found him. each day in my life i had been through with him. i doesn't have any single clue about him. any single info to know more about him.

time pass. and i realize. he needs me. he needs me more than anybody else. he needs my support in his old times. then i decided.

i'll follow him wherever he go. i'll answer all his call. i'll carry his things. i'll write all the letter for him. i'll make a note for every word he said. and if he needs me. i'll accompany me.

oh hye. do you have any idea what the hell did i just wrote? no? me neither. bahaha. no laa. this is not a love letter or a girl confession to some guy. the first and second paragraph is just shit i wrote for the intro.

and at the third paragraph, i just explain what did i just do in my work hours. work? you work? how come i didn't know? haha. i work with my pops. i work as his personal assistance. it's kinda boring job you know.

the most part that i really hate is when my dad asked me to wait in the office and read the shits inside the computer. i mean info or 'minit mesyurat'. it is boring as hell there. why? because there is nobody else that i can talk too.

haish. i doesn't really wanted this job. actually i really wanted to become a shop promoter. by doing that, i can meet many peoples. and of course many chick. mwahaha. ok lah. jane.

(help me! i'm bored to death here)
(haha. da lame tk tgkap gmba cni)