I'm super sad today. The tissue box is my new best friend. Say hi.

I HATE being sick. And of all times, THIS week. My games are only halfway through, and I can barely breathe as it is, imagine running with the ball. This is to the damned virus.

I'm addicted to Timbaland's "The Way I Are". Besides the fact it is grammatically impossible, it's something worth shaking my ass for. Finally something to practice gelek-ing after my last henna night.

This is to the damned virus, piles of work, bloody mid-year results and the aftermath, a finger that has the tendency to press 5 instead of 6 and to myself, for being unable to score a single bloody goal in 'A' division.