Today I Am Having Nasal Congestion.

Usually I sleep on my side because its more comfortable. Doh, why would you sleep in a position which is not? Anyway, my nose is attempting to act like a constipated shower hose so I suffered as a result. If I slept on my left, my right(nostril!) was blocked. Vice versa. Being the rational person, if I slept face up they would both unblock! What a smarty pants I am. It fucking sadly did not work. Both got stuck and eventually I was so tired from tossing and turning that I fell asleep. Glorious.

Other than that, I’m tired of doing most things. I want a good long lay in the sun. Or a good long lay. Both of which I will not achieve for at least a few more weeks. It may as well be as long as journey to the west, I’m SOOO bummed out of it all.

Some form of relief would not hurt at all.

My snot was mixed with blood in the morning. I wonder how it’ll look like tonight.

Today I Am Declared With Compounded Debts.

Having stayed out late, had a bottle of champagne, 2 very “coolshit” refreshing glasses of gin tonic with 2 squashes of lime, reaching home at 3am, the lack of sleep and excess work has caught up with me.

Today i arrived 30mins late, enough to get a downgrade. Argh. PeiWei said verbatim “i am like dying from tt rollover of insufficient sleep”. I hope Sam has not passed out into a jet engine, and Siyi has not gone the way of crazy from OT.

That being said, Tuesday was rather interesting. Sometimes it’s worth getting tired as shit. Because we’re part of the foundations which Singapapore is built on. We need our relief! (read – bitching).

Plus, I had just finished my 6 month long project, calls for a celebration, no?

I would love to attempt to repay my debts now. Wheres the sandwoman when you need her. Maybe I’ll look for Mrs Palm and her 4 daughters to help.

Today I Am In Having Juice.

A new semester begins, my plans to get a more respectable GPA commences. The good thing is, class is… o-k. PP Submission beckons. Valerie’s final year exams beckons. Somehow I am feeling unorgasmic.

I really don’t have it in me to be really… myself.

Suppressed, Repressed, Oppressed. Perhaps the situation or the lack thereof. I find myself falling into the very common scrap of a rat race, much to my chagrin. Eager to just drop it all, though unfortunately impossible.

Rant over. All that being said, I had the sour orange juice in the canteen just now.

orgasmic.