People are supp0sed to get rest and relax during long holidays, so that they'll recharge and be ready for challenges at werk.
I guess that d0esn't apply to me. I had fun like there's no t0m0rr0w, ate like that'd be my last supper. Instead, i am m0re exhausted and even c0ntracted flu. In the end, my long holiday (read: days n0t w0rking m0re than 2) is a hidden sinister plot by the germplusvirus to make me have m0re offdays (read: mc).
The metr0 c0nsumed me. Crammed my being and made me unhappy beeatch. That also flared up my passi0n 4 retail therapy.
P/s: am sh0vin up tamp0ns 4 my leaking n0se. Am havin difficulties 2 talk. I'm technically terr0rizing the p0pulati0n with my c0nstant sneeze and spreading the bug. Ugh.
I have n0thin to say. Or have anything w0rth menti0ning.
Thats why the silence. When the strangled feeling of n0t havin en0ugh time to push m0re and finish the darn j0b gets on the nerves and sh0rtened the life span for 2 years.
Me: y0u remembered abt belanga, i told y0u that day?
Him: er, no. What is belanga by the way?
Me: rofl! That's like the 2nd time y0u asked, again.
The highlight of my day.
Belanga serves the mean picture @ the taman-taman mv.
