do you know what's the worst thing about being sick?
the overly obvious indication that you'll never be well soon enough.
at that point in time, you're just thinking to yourself,
"i.am.going.to.DIE!" not literally, though it feels pretty dang close.
the weekend last week was pretty eventful,
never did i think to myself before i left home, that i would spend every waking hour, on my feet, in the never-forgiving malaysian sun, trying to get everything done in time, by public transport no less.
thankfully, i survived but not with hiccups on the way home and panadols before bed.
being that it was the weekend after the world cup, la furia roja for me, was in fever pitch.
please allow me the satisfaction of typing in caps : SPAIN ARE THE WORLD CHAMPIONS!!
ooh rah! [following the footsteps of a tumblr i laugh whenever i read the captions.]
note to self: never eat bananas when your stomach doesn't feel so good, it comes out your nose in protest!
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