Cure my abhorrence

I've been advised to get my butt out of the office more frequently in order not to turn into Milo Freeze. Alright, that was lame.

Sorry if I've been wallowing in self-pity for the past few hours (it hasn't even gone on to days and I'm lamenting already) because many of my peers have already received acceptance letters from the Universities. I ain't disbelieving in myself; I just can't help but think this way, because my results may not look as colourful on print as many of those witty scholars', who churn out straight A's at will. Bleah. This topic is so demoralising, I'm going to stop here.

Then I tried to be a smart Alec and ended up tripping my friend's anticipation for a better job. Sorry, Fay. I didn't live up to expectations. The disappointment for you was as great for me. Find me a wall.

I'm still piling on the lozenges as I speak. The abhorrence I have for sore throats is indescribable. They just lurve to implicate me whenever I'm having something huge on my agenda. The last time I had a really terrible infection of the throat was when FLH came to Singapore, although that was worse due to the accompanying nasal infection and fever. This one just had to surface last Thursday night, with fever and a nose runnier (is there such a word?!) than a half-cooked sunny-side egg yolk). And that was just a day before my BTT. Bovine excrement...

Looking on the brighter side, I'm counting down 7 days to the trip!!! Gambate!!!