Significance: Boxing Day

Weather: too early to be told

Mood: Like a piece of wax being thrown into a highly-heated rice cooker

I feel soft. If anything, my body feels like it's falling apart. I am giving way, like finally. Sickness has been kind to me for the past few months, and I ought to be grateful for that. But that did not make my body immune to illness, but rather, made it more susceptible, as the impacts maximises themselves so much after my body has gotten used to healthiness.

Spreading salt onto an opened wound is that I am still working despite the condition, the ungodly morning shift hours somemore (5am to 1pm and that does not take into consideration the fact that I need to wake up at 330am and have to forsake my break for the 1pm dismissal!).

I know I have wanted to share perspectives, but I just got to rant this off! My nose is killing me, like seriously! It's even worse than a broken tap! My arms feel like the sourest lemonade is flowing through my vessels. Even my new hair cut is not helping things by constantly feeling either too warm (when I wear my beanie) or cold (when I'm not!). It's only 9 am, and I'm dying for 1pm to come quickly. I got a feeling my sneezing and sniffing are chasing all my potential customers from the shop! I think I got to go to the main shop already. Hm.... Bye...