Wrong Side of the Bed

Come a time when even the meekest of all will be reduced to a grunt.

I have gotten out of the wrong side of the bed. Considering that there is ONLY one side of my bed, the other side is the wall.

I have skewed up my day. Really grouchy and moody. AND I have a bad ulcer. I have always hated ulcer. But I wonder why my friends jump for joy? Hey, I still can talk, ok?!?!

The swelling of my right cheek is evident.................the stupid ulcer is KILLING ME!

Hey! I saw that you you you, whoever you are, happily cheering away.

Today is spoilt. I have given myself one day off. Paisei to the uncle whom I have glared so angrily when he abruptly crossed my path. Sorry to the ArseWhore that was queueing behind me......I really need to bend down and find my STRAITS TIMES and yes, I admit that I have held up the queue a bit..........stare at me like that again, I'll make sure that Singaporeans will see you on the newspaper. My regrets to the smokers puffing their lives away at the benches area, but still I wun take my curse back. My sincere apologies to the Foreign National for muttering "You smells". I smell too (of adidas).

My mood was rotten to the max. Yup, to the max. Need to avoid people, otherwise my cynism will be further induced. @@refer to previous post@@

I need a rest...................