I think this is the worst day ever in 2009. I just saw my one and only Billabong shirt lying on my apartment's kitchen floor. Right now, I just want to go back Seremban and wash it!
I treat all my clothes as treasure. Selling them off is just to clear my wardrobe. Even some pieces I do have the urge to keep them but it's a pity I don't use them anymore. Seeing that scene just leads to me myself having a breakdown. I'm currently in a super depressed situation.
Now, I just want to cry. Leave me alone.
I just want to go back =(