keep in mind that soon ill be flat broke

not that i am not already flat broke. however as my mum always say, look at this as a learning and survival curve. I have never been without money and comfort throughout my life. maybe this time around i will finally be able experience the real pinch of being penniless. 

Thank God my mum is coming next week. I do hope i get paid soon though, the money for taking the bus is really ruining me. Shit.

stayed up till five this morning. i emailled my lecturers, submitted resume to various companies for their graduate program. i hope my application will be accepted by some of them. i really am hoping for the best. Please god!! do help me in my quest. I am a good person. Weird but good.

Wait one question....is religion a means of conditioning? Why do people who say they have faith in them fight endless wars just to prove that their God is the right way, and at the same time instead of killing the ones that are responsible, targets the children and woman? i dont suppose religion taught us to do that.

She sat down in her tiny room, typing away. Her eyes fixated into the screen of the laptop. Her mind had slowly floated into a different dimension as each stroke of her keyboard brought out stories that she wanted to tell. 

A light knock on her door pulled her back into reality. She stopped typing and looked at the clock that was running on her laptop. it was almost three in the morning. 

"Who could it be?" she muttered as she slowly stood erected and headed towards the door.

A tall white figure dressed in a navy blue uniform stood infront of her as she opened the door. 

"Hello mam, are you dara?" the man in the blue uniform asked. Dara nodded her head. A sudden feeling of anxiety rested on her shoulders. She looked up towards the police figure and the car that was parked over her driveway. 

" My name is Sergeant Arnold. I am afraid we have some bad news for you, it is about your friend, Andie" Sergeant Arnold continued.

"Andie...She is my partner? What happened to her? I thought she was going for her business trip?" Dara asked her voiced trembled with fear, not liking the tone of voice Sergeant Arnold was using. She sensed something was amissed. What was the bad news? She had distinctly  remembered talking to Andie this evening before she left for the airport.

"Mam, we are sorry. We found her body at a construction site near the airport. I am afraid that she was murdered," Sergeant Arnold, sympathy now in his voice. As he finished the sentence, she saw Dara's expression changed. 

"NO!!!! Andie!!" Dara wailed into the night, a stream of tears began gushing down her cheeks as she collapses to her floor, her body shook in disbelieve.