Sick
Sick. On a perfectly fine Saturday afternoon. When I’m suppose to be studying for my Physics Common Test. This is Great.
Smsed the wrong person just now. Wanted to sms Zhuang, but ended sms-ing him. No idea why. Thought I had already erased him from my memory. Or so. I thought.
He gave me a reply, which sounded foreign : Are you okay.
Of course I am. Still alive and kicking and updating my blog, aren’t I.
Stupid throat is killing me, headache driving me insane, can’t concentrate on studying. Perfect. When I had wasted my last 2 days rotting, thinking to myself that I will dedicate the whole of Saturday to my books, this had to happen.
Is it retribution? For screwing up some people’s life?
Or is it just not my month?
Break up is tough, I had to admit, but there are good things too, like the passing of my BTT and feeling confident about my Maths paper.
Well, enough walloping in self-pity, shall return to my books cum notes, to prepare for my much dreaded Physics.
Oh yah, didn’t managed to get Bro to bring me to Devil’s last night, because he looked like he was preparing to go dating, and he said he hasn’t got money. Contradicting isn’t it. Oh well, who cares? Carrin did ask me out for a drink, but I didn’t feel like going to some ulu place so didn’t meet up.
Till I get better (I hope), ciaos.
