I wonder why am I depressed. I wanted to go back home, but I am stuck in a cold room reading some nonsense which was supposed to be useful. Anyway, I end up blogging some nonsense. I am waiting for my aunt to call me up but I guess my stomach just couldn't wait longer. I guess I will just call up someone to take dinner with me. Argh... I hate to think that I don't even have a single proper friend to take dinner. It sounds so pitiful and pathetic. And yes, I am a pathetic person - living like a dead body, doing a job that I don't know if I like it or not, smilling and laughing as if I am happy, waiting as if there is someone who might just date me any moment.

I just had a feeling why should I even exist and take this pathetic life. What am I waiting and hoping for?

I will stop bragging here.... I will end up pitying myself even more. haih....