It's not my time.

It's not my time i should say. Not my time to for anything to speak forth.

I have a fellow friend whom tried to help me throughout my family problems that i've been enduring for the last few months, perhaps maybe even years. It's funny because both of us are getting in so much shit, well i don't really know about her but i am getting in too much shit lately.

If you have a time take a moment and read what she had to say :
http://makmaklovers.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-too-tied-in.html

Thanks for trying to help, Macy! Although there wasn't much done in the end i felt that people are actually trying to help me regardless of what the result is. This is what counts most.
And fuck the "you" because you're soo selfish and stubborn, you never listen to what others have to say, you only listen to yourself.

Enough about that. So the last 2 days of work, or should i say last 3 days was super fun. Time went by intensively quick, for whatever reasons, i feel like i'm actually "growing a pair." Made lots of small talks with random girls that pass by, well i don't know if it's me or whether the it's the attractive green uniform i'm wearing. Nonetheless i've been improving my "game." However in a professional sense, i didn't want to ask for numbers because i am work and i have to act like a professional even though i'm not. LOL, maybe on the last day of tasking i'll go for their numbers.
As a matter of fact, this whole "game" doesn't seem hard to initiate a conversation with girls, but with a shit load of things running through my mind i think it's gonna hold me back from what i wanna do.

For now, let's try to make this "my time."