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Hell on Earth.

Monday, February 2, 2009,6:56 PM

Bloody Hell.

[ Pardon my French, but that's what my day was like. ]
I've got bloody sore throat all day long.
Plus a bloody headache.
And i've been drinking bloody water all day long, which never even ease my throat.
I might as well add i've been going to the bloody toilet all day long.
Which disturb my bloody sleep I'd hoped to catch.
It may seem exaggerated to you, --with all the bloody--, but then its the bloody truth.

The stupid, idiotic, sore throat.
I'm gona tell you what's it like so you'll at least suffer in your imaginations.
Its like the cells of my throat are awaken from their long sleep and there are fighting to come out.
They're competing, even.
So they take out knifes and cut each other with it.
They have amateur knife skills, so they keep cutting my skin.
Its like been cut raw with thousands of sharp blades, knifes, daggers and parang.
I'm still praying that they do not hid bullets anywhere.
And when i drink the bloody water/swallowing, its like putting salt on a opened wound.
Worst, its like durians rolling down my throat.
[ Note: durianS. ]
And when i'm not talking, trying to ease it somehow, it started protesting to me.
Saying it want out, for bloody's sake.
And i have to mention this too.
After my lunch, as in my after-school-meal, which is fish porridge.
I was so bloated by it it cause me stomachache.
I feel like i'm pregnant with a future disco dancer inside me.
My intestines are also screaming 'We want out! Out!' to me all the while.
I even found it hard to stand straight.
Btw, fuck Panadols.
I've ate one around an hour ago, and my headache is just getting worse.
Excellent. I'm preparing for an early grave already.

I have bm tuition later, which i don't want to attend.
But not sure of the result yet.

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Btw, after i posted my yesterday's post, choco paid my back rm100!
Oh my God. She remembered!
Whats next? The world is square?
I hope not.

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Kitty to cheer up the day!
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Thought of the Day:
I apologize for the crap, meaningless and random complains up there.
But now i suppose you'll understand how the pain is killing me.
In fact, its eating me alive.

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