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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

canary.

well, work turned out kinda horrible. i had the notion that office work was not for me when i started to feel nauseous and dizzy just right before the lunch break. that was, what? the 3rd hour in front of the computer, compiling information and putting it into a table? you weakling! 3 hours in front of the computer at home watching funny videos, e.g. of women falling and of scary pranks... did you feel nauseous and dizzy then? egad! but seriously, i didnt enjoy it. i just felt so... so incredibly susah the whole time, and at 3 plus, i even found myself nodding off to wonderland.

tsk.

after work, i rushed home to get ready for dinner. we were having dinner at feringgi grill! a bit too extravagant, is it not? a once-in-a-blue-moon treat, if you will. the girl, /ahem/ i mean, the lady accompanying joel and i was none other than... switching*.

*name changed for the fun of it. BWAHAHA. same pronunciation, just different spelling laaa...

dinner wasnt half-bad. only half-good. why?
  1. switching AKA ms. party pooper (LOL) here had to rush off to catch a movie at 9.50pm.
  2. i started feeling horrible (head-throbbing, heart-racing madness) after a glass of white wine. yes, after just ONE glass.
i thought my alcohol tolerance would have increased by now, after countless times of similar drinking episodes. SIGH. i still turned a horrible beetroot red though, and red dont look good on me. please remind me never to touch alcohol again, even though we all know i wont listen.

reached home at around 11 and i was still suffering. i really really didnt want to shower so i could sleep right away, but the sobre side of me still pushed myself into the bathroom right after a pop of painkillers. when i woke up, i still had that horrible migraine. can you imagine that? so i skipped work and slept til 2pm. hahaha

so here i am, hoping work wont be as torturous tomorrow.

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