i came out of my work today, saying:

'i love this job.'

i mean i really mouthed it out while walking to the car to head home.. i just knew that that wouldn't cause my day to be better.. and i was right.. i'm fed up, seriously..

okay, maybe i'm not too serious about that.. things aren't just as easy anymore.. i'm not asking for anything and i'm not expecting anything but i still end up disappointed.. why's that?

'cos LIFE's A BITCH! a sleep-deprived bitch, a menopausal bitch, a bitch who just broke a nail, a bitch who can't stop buying shoes, an 'i'm so fat' bitch, a skinny bitch, a fat bitch..

a BIG FAT BITCH..

ok i'm good.. for now..

my lumps my lumps.. singing the song in my head and its up to you to sing it in your own head and figure out which song would that be..

i've been feeling this weird lump in my throat for the past days and its really such a bother especially when you're just sitting around at home occupying yourself with bizarre thoughts about life.. woke up earlier with the sensation that its somewhat developing into tonsillitis or whatever it is.. so here i am chugging down orange juice from a mug.. not even a glass.. a mug

i've slowly been trying to progress.. what's the problem? the word slowly.. it's not even supposed to be in that sentence for there are no reasons behind it.. it's just me being sluggish again which is inexcusable.. i'll try my very best and i know i can do this.. i need to push myself more..

more..

not a little bit more..

a whole lotta bit more