Sunday, April 27, 2008
Going on a strike...
WTH am i bloggin right now?
I have tons of papers staring at me in the face; my palm is stained with the overflowing red ink from the pen; my tummy still hurting from the never-ending stomach flu.
Args.
I hate the kind of life i am leading now. Falling sick every now and then. I don't even know what I am sick from. Or sick of.
How can the stupid stomach catch a flu as and when it feels like it? Damnz. And it doesn't help that they are having some kind of stupid noisy staged celebration opposite my house. It's practically a live karaoke in my face. In Hokkien. ARGHSSS.
I feel like going on a strike. Emotionally, mentally, physically. Maybe my health is protesting as well.
Sigh. Monday again tomorrow. The inevitable has to come no matter what. Face it, and finish it!
Haiz. Why is it not Friday after Sunday? ¶ 10:22 pm
I have tons of papers staring at me in the face; my palm is stained with the overflowing red ink from the pen; my tummy still hurting from the never-ending stomach flu.
Args.
I hate the kind of life i am leading now. Falling sick every now and then. I don't even know what I am sick from. Or sick of.
How can the stupid stomach catch a flu as and when it feels like it? Damnz. And it doesn't help that they are having some kind of stupid noisy staged celebration opposite my house. It's practically a live karaoke in my face. In Hokkien. ARGHSSS.
I feel like going on a strike. Emotionally, mentally, physically. Maybe my health is protesting as well.
Sigh. Monday again tomorrow. The inevitable has to come no matter what. Face it, and finish it!
Haiz. Why is it not Friday after Sunday? ¶ 10:22 pm
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