Period

Gastric pain kills. It sucks more than ever when you are still in the office alone, working on website (and more for the rest of the week). Worse still, boss’s computer broke down at this period of time. He told me to pray hard that he would able to get the graphic card for his Mac. 

Holyshit.

Now, I need Clifton’s help. But he went for re-service and won’t be back in two weeks time. “Shiaaat!” That’s what he always said.

Mom called and got me irritated. Actually not a big deal, just that I complained about her, always buying fattening food. She isn’t trying to help with my diet, that is.

I needed Jazz so much. It’s pretty upsetting whenever the thought of him enlisting in a few weeks time. What is the difference being in jailed anyway?