just minishorts.

It's so cold in here.

Almost like someone's left you out on the walkways, and the rain is just centimetres away from your soles. Sometimes you feel the dampness seeping through your holed-canvas coverings. Always you remind yourself that you're not alone.

And then you realise, dreadfully, that you are really alone. No one will really care for you, except yourself of course.

I need a hug. Badly.

Please?

I know you read this.

I don't know if you shed a tear.

I don't know if it tugged your heart strings.

I was left sobbing.

What have you done?

I look back on my life, and wonder… sometimes. Could it be like this, too?

There's nothing I fear more than Death. I'm more Death-fearing than God-fearing. I love life so much, I just cannot bear to imagine myself not living anymore.

To be taken away just like that.

Still alive lah. Blardy cough making me go 'akHAK… akHAK' every fifteen seconds or so…. last night was spent rolling in bed while I tried to beat the despised PHELGM from dispensing itself out of the canal.

Blardy cough.

Stupid headache.

Stupid fever. On Thursday, the great M decided to take things into her own hands. So she piled SIX LAYERS of blankets and pillows over me in an attempt to 'force the evil sweat' out of my body. Somemore she turned off the fans and closed all the windows and doors. Worse than a stuffed sardine, I tell you. Not that we know what a stuffed sardine feels like lah, but I suppose it could be something like that.

So anyway, I survived lor… the bad sweat did come out and the fever broke. And now I'm left with this IDIOTIC STUPID BLARDY COUGH.

Blllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Monday's going to be hell at the office.