Don't know why but am in a foul foul mood this evening. Questions keep popping up in my head.
- What am I doing here?
- Why can't I walk away from my work, spending half my weekends on silly projects that never seem to materialise?
- When is this fucking cough and sore throat going away?
- Why are people in the trains rooted to that one single position? Will death ensue if they move their trunks just 5 cm further in?
- Why hasn't Matt called?
- Why has my nephew, who is usually such an angel, decide that he wanted to test his operatic lungs the minute he entered our house today?
- Why am I here enduring this stoopid weather when I should be in Syndey enjoying 23 deg afternoons in the park?
- Why do I have to work tomorrow?
- Why is the shopping centre so fucking crowded, and when will Singaporeans ever learn to walk in straight lines?
- Why is my work notebook so heavy?
- When will this failing body allow me to step into the gym again?
- Where is this headache coming from?
- Why does the train smell like curry?
1 comment:
are you having a fuzzy TV moment?
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