Another bad day... hopefully It's just one of those P.M.S

“you had a bad day”

That’s the remark Daniel Powter would ever give to me for this dreadfully pathetic life which im having at this circle of time.

I dunno why it’s seemed so hard to put one thing down flawlessly. As what my friend would say to me over and over again that I have to try harder. Man, the thing is, it’s just too hard to handle, expecially when you’re so wedged in between like a sandwich.

I am a whiner… okay, big time. Im getting my visitor late this month, im not sure what has gone wrong with my hormone or what I would say in a perfect manner, the lifecycle of my very alive ovum confused me and 'she' is still pestering around in there. (Hey, it’s time for you to leave and meet the world!!) Is that a polite way to put it? Whatever it is, I expect you to open you mind a bit wider and dun pucker your brow just yet, that’s the last thing I need right now, people.

I need to breathe, at the very least.

Speaking of breathing, thanks to our Badminton sessions for helping me with my breathing these days. I don’t have to go through those terrible nights anymore for not being able to breathe properly, as though the nights had turned into a heaven for me. I still have sleepless nights though and reading helped a lot to fix my system.

However, I have to thank God Almighty for blessing me with such angelic friends around who’ve been there for me during my dark hours. Without them, I think im nothing but a tail of a pig. Hmmm, you know what I mean.