Back-track
Before I forget, please please please let me rewind the time back to 23:58. For I have yet to wish my beloved country and nice friend, Darren, a very huge Happy Birthday!
Resetting time back to present, when I thought I'd be super patriotic to dawn my red-striped shirt to work, I woke up with a migraine. Qing, tsk tsk, you must have pass it on via the texts we sent to other another last night. The nerves at my temples were literally pounding to very resonance to my eardrum. It's as if a mischievous toothfairy had implanted a loud speaker into my ear when he couldn't find any tooth to collect. All vibration amplified to my brain, causing my head to spin in ache.
It seemed like an unluckiest day, inaugural to the lunar seventh month. More prone to injuries than normal while at work. I got knocked in the ribs when moving too fast to my seat and banged onto the wall. Next, I got a paper cut from a stack of freshly print documents. Sigh.
Just before I conclude the evening, thinking the inauspicious had taken its toll on me, I end up attending class alone. My course-mate Jocelyn was nowhere in sight. Sigh. But that's not to bad la, dreadful but I needed to acquire from the lecture, accompany or no accompany. It feels just like secondary or jc days. Independence.
Believe and hope my circumstances would improve. Ar-char ar-char ar-char (jiayou in korean)!!
