Blame, Blame, Blame

3 days in a row, I arrived at the office very very late, all thanks to the bladdy traffic jam at my area. The jam was so bad and the heavy rain doesn't help a bit. I hate the rain, especially on a weekday, or rather on a Monday morning. What an irony, I love the rain yesterday and the day before.

Anyway, the jam today can be attributed to the following issues: (Disclaimer: This is only my thoughts, do not use this against me in the court of law or whatever that is)

1) People woke up late due to the 'nice' weather
2) Drivers were too slow/loso
3) Too many housing areas in my area
4) Too many $%^$%^ cars due to low interest rates/low down payment
5) Banks' employees who start work earlier due to the 5 days week thingy?
6) Limited road access

Who's to be blamed for the above?
1) All those lazy bums who slept late the night before (*whisper* and that includes me too :-)
2) All the half-awaked drivers
3) Developers/contractors
4) Car dealers/Banks
5) Banks
6) The council

On a separate issue, I think I need to have the battery of my alarm clock changed, or maybe I don't have to cos' hubby is coming back in 2 days' time and I can rely on him to wake me up and if he doesn't, I can add his name to the list of who's to be blamed. I hope he's buying me a live kangaroo or a wombat or an emu.......

I M SICK

I've been sick for the past 4 days. It all started with a bad sore throat on Thursday and I was so irritated with it that I ate a cone of rainbow coloured ice-cream during lunch. I was so happy the whole afternoon cos it actually helped to ease the discomfort. Oh, by the way, I believed in self-healing and I don't believe that a visit to the doc can help.

However, the night turned into a living nightmare for me. I was coughing and coughing non stop. For a moment, I thought I'm gonna cough out all the vital organs from inside. Anyway, come Friday and I looked like a zombie....My eyes were swollen and teary from the endless sneezing, my voice was coarse from the never-ending coughing the night before and my whole body was aching as if a 100kg metal safe has been dumped on me! My Boss came to my room unexpectedly and asked me whether I'm ok, and I gave him the most stupidest answer in the whole wide world. I told him that I am fine!!! Any fool can tell that I am half-dead and yet I told him that I'm FINE???? Shucks!

I finally gave in on Saturday night with a glass of panadol soluble and went straight to bed at 10.30pm (The earliest for a Saturday night) Oh, by the way, that was after I came back from a party!!!! Sunday morning came and I was feeling a bit better.

Though I still have the voice of Tina Turner today, at least I don't have the puffy eyes of Garfield!