Sick and shitty comes together, nice combo

Just because I need to have my dinner digested first, I decide to write another boring post on here again. Surprisingly, the headache which seems to have cured, came back and this time, he brings his comrade, Mr. Bodyache with him. With their combined force, they tried their best on fucking me up yesterday, which ended up successfully having me lying on the bed like a pussy, taking MC's for both work and lectures.

When I thought I could again take 2 tablets of paracetamol tablets and the aching will go off. Then again, I still don't understand how can I get illness so often recently. Two years ago, I don't take less than 6 tables of paracetamol per year. Two years ago, I'm able to drink alcoholic drinks like drinking water, and yet, being able to get away with a hangover by just nose bleeding like an idiot; apparently, I'm now a fucking pussy since I get drunk, after 2-3 bottles of beer. Two years ago, I smoke all sorts of shit; now, I've quit smoking, every shit, including weed, cigarettes, etc, thanks to my sensitive nose. Fuck, two years ago, I ate supper with Eric on inappropriate time (trust me, sometimes 4-5 a.m., supposed to be sleeping), and lived like a fucking vampire, yes, like a fucking vampire: sleeping in the day, waking up in the night; I'm sleeping normally now. Basically, I'm not so tough anymore, I'm assuming and I guess age is finally catching up to me?

Anyways, instead of getting the aching off my back, the aching became worse and gave me a weird dream or so I say hallucination till this morning. I somehow still can remember some parts of the dream with me burning the ocean and firing cherry bombs at random dudes (lolwut), screwing hot chicks and shouting "for teh lulz" for no apparent reason, which made me think that I must be somewhat mentally ill too for having such stupid dreams. In fact, I think Mirr and Kiel actually did showed up in some part of my dream wearing a stuffed lion costume and a masked rider costume respectively as unnecessary sidekicks. And the best part was, Shiki came up in my dream as a wise sage, asking me retrieve the golden pendrive stuck on the pink pineapple tree which grows on the mountain of instant noodles, which is guarded by a pot smoker. I swear that part instantly causes me to wake up, and of course, when I drifted back to slumber, that part repeated again. If I remember correctly, I think I ran away from Shiki, which prompted him to summon a huge fucking sad-filled vagina (no shit...) which had me trying to find the way to escape for the rest of my dream...

...till 11.00 a.m. in the morning. I decided not to be a lazy bum. Instead of drifting in and out of sleep, I might as well do something useful, without torturing myself of the aching. I took my schedule and realized there is a lecture around 1.30 p.m., so around 12.30p.m., I went for a quick shower and went out to have a quick and light lunch since I don't really have an appetite and leaving my stomach empty is no-no too. I took only a quarter of the dishes I took usually and awesomely, a dumb-looking waiter decided to be a butthole to me and charged me extra $2 than the usual pricing. Damn it, you fucking butthole, stop being an huge ass to me today, I'm not feeling well...

Fine. I gobbled up my lunch, paid my bill and headed to the university in within 10 minutes. By the time I reached the hallway near the hall where the lecture will be held, I looked at the clock on my phone. I realized I was late by 5 minutes, bitch is gonna make a shit out of me and I'm not feeling well at all. I walked to door of the hall, just to realize, hmmm... No one's in the damn fucking hall. The blood in my body suddenly boiled without warning and I definitely pissed. I called a coursemate of mine to find out the damn lecture was canceled today. Fuck what!? Why the hell no one informed me. All you bungholes, you should be informing me about this shit earlier.

Never mind, I'll just walk home then. Instead of walking normally, all I can do was just hobbled off like a pariah, thanks to my ache in the bones... Took me a nice 20 minutes to hobble to my house and I was greeted by the bitch living downstairs who looked at me like I'm a spastic who tries to walk properly. Alright, fair play to you, bitch, I know I'm walking like a scarecrow being able to walk on two legs for the first fucking time. Now, leave me and my miserable-self alone. I walked to the kitchen and took a sip of 100 Plus, went back to my room to finish up my scriptings. There's the fun part began, the initial connection went from normal to fucktard slow again, which left me pulling my hair trying to find AS3 codes around the internet. That fucking lowlife downstairs was still downloading porn. Fucking bastard should've gotten his piece of vagina by now. In the end, I gave up. Fuck this, I'll just lie on my bed and be a bum the whole day.

Fast forward to evening, Tim knocked my door and asked for some help. I looked at him a bit lifelessly, and just told him sure, whatever. What never occurred to me was he needed me to carry his old TV set down to his friends' car. Oh geez... Sun bless me, pl0x. Luckily the TV set relatively small, though my whole body tried to give me a shit time, while carrying the TV set. When I thought I can go back to my room and take lie down to rest my back... Tim ran off into his friends' car and poof they go. Damn. That was the exact word on my mind. I wanted to leave the front grill open and let whoever wants to rob the damn house in, I gave myself a "fuck it, whatever, I'll just do it". Fine, I walked upstairs again to take my keys, and down again to lock the front grill. In front of my room's door, there lies a opened door inviting strangers to Tim's room. Shit, no. How the hell he can just run off like that without even locking his door. Better, the air conditioner is still switched on. I guess the illness didn't help out at all, I slammed his door shut and think to myself, if his air conditioner gets fucked up, it's not my fault.

Sometimes, I presume I'm a bit soft at heart, a bit guilt-ridden by the door slamming incident, I guess I'd switch off the air conditioner for Tim, while hobbling back from my dinner. I inserted my keys into the door knob and oh hey! Tim's sitting in front of the PC looking at me surprised. I looked at him for awhile and asked what the hell was he thinking running out like that without locking the front grill, his door and switching off the air conditioner. His reply, "oops...". Win, this is true win. And I expected a "thank you". All I can tell myself, "dream on, motherfucker, dream on".

So, here I am writing this post, miserably sulking about my whole damn shitty day and expecting someone to agree with me that my day sucks when everyone out there is having a shitty day too. Kudos to me, kudos to me.