I think Liverpool's devastating defeat at Stamford Bridge came across to me as a mild shock. I don't know if I can call it mild because I woke up at 8.15am with a fever and a throat so sore. I reached my workplace just in time but decided that there's no way I'm going to go through today feeling all lousy. So I took the lift up to the 36th floor, got myself checked and indeed, I have the flu and thus the mc. Got back, downed all the necessary and slept all the way till maghrib. That's a solid 6-hour nap. The lozenges for cough taste good, somehow.

Ohh, I didn't kill anyone on my way to the workplace today. But my semangat kebabian to put on a liverpool jersey had waned by the time I stepped out of the shower. The flu tablet is really taking its effect. I feel as baked as anyone doing pot would. chehhh, macamlah aku tahu what it feels like to be smoking pot. I've got a lot more to say but I think the pills have stumped my creativity and train of thoughts. tsk. I think I shall just go sleep now.

To the people who've messaged me on friendster saying I'm cute, please! Are you blind!? I'm not cute!!! Stop it already. I have serious self-esteem issues. Do not aggravate it any further.