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Friday, July 08, 2005

In the Midst of...

i'm in the midst of my work
works piling up
accounts going wrong
but i'm suddenly flooded with anger & frustration
not sure is the devils or the hormones
just cant get over of what she has done all these while

i thought i've been taking it lightly...
i thought i've closed all my eyes, ears & mouth
but i just realise that
in order for me to be in total ignorance
i need to shut down my brain as well...
so basically i can only be totally fine if
I AM A VEGETABLES!!!!

mmm.... i told them that she's now blinded to
all the pees n poos.... that she rather skip & hop her way through
summore asked me: yeeee...mopping floor again?
i'm like : "THEN???"
last night was the best
there's this pile of poo at the centre of the bathroom
but she went in to take bath and came out
and as u'd know the poo remained there as it was before
till one of my dear friend went in to clean it for me
he was only there to visit me !!!
where am i? mopping floor outside...

errr...well... dont get me wrong
i've never expects her to do it for me
the thing that i cant take is
before : i'm very used to cleaning it, no prblem i'll help u, no worries ya
current: is there a poo or pee? i didnt see wor...OR walked through it silently...
yet still wanna announce to the world how much you love my dogs... >[
not a BIG BIG deal ... just not very comfortable for someone to be so fake

i dont know why...
all these i knew it long time...
and its been happening all the while in different incidents..
i shouldn't have such big reaction
guess the time of the month is really near...
my hormons is stirring up all kind of emotions in me....

deep breath now....phew...back to work

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