That is why it rained. Apparently, it has been raining all week. Yup, since last week which falls on days when my mood is totally low.
This UMP is getting nowhere. It's like as I continue to do, mistakes and earlier-undiscovered uncertainties surfaces, calling for delays as time needs to be spent to solve and convince myself of these bugging issues. I'm stuck again.. having trouble doing the cash flow before I can proceed with the consolidation, followed by report typing prior to kicking the assignment's arse off.
Headache man.. headache.. It's never ending!
"Where is the moment we needed the most?"
Jason badly needs some sunshine or warmth. I kept thinking this lonely cub has got nothing to look forward to. Everybody's having exams. Clara needs to work. Zhen Ze missing eh. Every night after work, I just return home via long journey on bus. Cost-saving alright.
As I climbed up the stairs, a path revisited for centuries, couldn't help being amused when I think of how funny it is as I grew older, all the youth's exhilaration of being able to return home to watch tv have degraded to nothing but loneliness, exhaustion.. Maybe this is part of growing up. Or maybe, I don't carry some X-men storybook, Yakult or a packet of Mariold milk distributed in school, other than this solemn black Braun Buffel bag.
Sometimes I wonder, why "bad days" have to befall on me. Karma? Or what.. Arrgghh, get away, shoo..
This UMP is getting nowhere. It's like as I continue to do, mistakes and earlier-undiscovered uncertainties surfaces, calling for delays as time needs to be spent to solve and convince myself of these bugging issues. I'm stuck again.. having trouble doing the cash flow before I can proceed with the consolidation, followed by report typing prior to kicking the assignment's arse off.
Headache man.. headache.. It's never ending!
"Where is the moment we needed the most?"
Jason badly needs some sunshine or warmth. I kept thinking this lonely cub has got nothing to look forward to. Everybody's having exams. Clara needs to work. Zhen Ze missing eh. Every night after work, I just return home via long journey on bus. Cost-saving alright.
As I climbed up the stairs, a path revisited for centuries, couldn't help being amused when I think of how funny it is as I grew older, all the youth's exhilaration of being able to return home to watch tv have degraded to nothing but loneliness, exhaustion.. Maybe this is part of growing up. Or maybe, I don't carry some X-men storybook, Yakult or a packet of Mariold milk distributed in school, other than this solemn black Braun Buffel bag.
Sometimes I wonder, why "bad days" have to befall on me. Karma? Or what.. Arrgghh, get away, shoo..
