Because of a certain someone, my dad has to shell out another SGD500 to pay for my ticket. Okay, Lisa, just chill. You can earn that money back when you're like a super business tycoon person?

And be sure that I will be rich beyond your imagination, that is, if you have one of those. This is a MUST for me. Not only a dream. But a MUST. I can't imagine me living without all those riches. No, the basic necessities are not enough to satisfy my insatiable appetite of branded bags, shoes, makeups, first class trip and all those typical stuff you spend your money on when you're rich.

Of course, I'm gonna adopt/sponsor lots of orphans and build a super awesome SPCA to save all those tailess kitty. Crazy motherfucker singaporeans/foreigners. What do they get out of cutting of the kitty's tail? Sadists.

Anyways, I don't have a past anymore. Wait, it's not that I don't have one. Everyone has a past. It's just that I don't want one. Past = Pain. Well, I think that only applies to Lisa. So, I don't have a past. I don't wanna think about the past anymore. Past = Evil. Keke.

Bye- bye...