I've never felt so miserable before in my life.
I had an 8am meeting. That was probably the most challenging meeting I'd ever attended at work and it caused me lots of frustration, heartache and the involuntary opening of some ducts.
To make matters worse, I had to rush from that meeting to another meeting to another meeting and yet another meeting. It was like this all the way until end of the day. Lunch was only 15 minutes and then I was on the go again.
The morning saga really made me feel bad and sad. I felt utterly miserable the whole day and was totally upset about it. Move on, they say, but sometimes, frustration can make you feel utterly helpless and it hurts so badly.
It was just too bad for me that everything had to happen in one awful jam packed day. It was also too bad for me that I had to start my day so horrendously.
Food is probably about one of the things that can really cheer me up, so I came home looking forward to my dinner only to find fried fish and sambal on the table - which I couldn't really eat much of because of my stupid ulcer - and patola. I quite hate patola. Thinking about the morning fiasco only made me get emotional over my dinner.
It's just a totally shitty day. I'm going to cry myself to sleep.
I had an 8am meeting. That was probably the most challenging meeting I'd ever attended at work and it caused me lots of frustration, heartache and the involuntary opening of some ducts.
To make matters worse, I had to rush from that meeting to another meeting to another meeting and yet another meeting. It was like this all the way until end of the day. Lunch was only 15 minutes and then I was on the go again.
The morning saga really made me feel bad and sad. I felt utterly miserable the whole day and was totally upset about it. Move on, they say, but sometimes, frustration can make you feel utterly helpless and it hurts so badly.
It was just too bad for me that everything had to happen in one awful jam packed day. It was also too bad for me that I had to start my day so horrendously.
Food is probably about one of the things that can really cheer me up, so I came home looking forward to my dinner only to find fried fish and sambal on the table - which I couldn't really eat much of because of my stupid ulcer - and patola. I quite hate patola. Thinking about the morning fiasco only made me get emotional over my dinner.
It's just a totally shitty day. I'm going to cry myself to sleep.
6 comments:
ok.. what's a patola? :/
its bittergourd~
Not bittergourd, actually. Patola is not bitter - people usually cook it with eggs. It looks like a bittergourd, however it is of a much lighter green colour. Not sure what the Chinese word for patola is, though.
oh.. patola is the english term for petola? never knew that. anyway, cheer up ok! for starter, can u pls think of who pushed Pussy into the well? we never solve that mystery.
hahaha...dearest wan ching! you certainly made me laugh with that statement. you're right, we never did find out!
Erm.... U also din find out which bear ate ur cheese.....
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