torn..

oh my.. the work is beginnin' to take its toll on everybody.. and we are only half way thru..

open then pack.. open then pack again.. make up your mind lah.. haha..

rayhan is damn evil..

i told you so..

stackin' cartons at 1 in the mornin' is tough(left).. fardhaz is cute ;P..

what's left of the lunch room bench (left).. the store room..

what's left of the lunch room.. boo hoo.. where to eat now?

the store now really looks like a condemned buildin' in a torn nation.. haha..

but more importantly.. i feel torn myself..

torn..

coz my muscles ache..

my throat is sore..
my mind is spent..
my body is broken..
torn..
coz i didn't receive any messages from you today..
i wonder whether you feel somethin' amiss..
when you never receive my messages for a day..
i know i do..
torn..
coz i missed that opportunity..
overslept..
thanks to all these..