I donít like to be miserable. And somehow, the people who actually make me feel like that are those that I love.

Love sucks indeed.

When I say dead, I meant dead tired. Thatís how Iím feeling now.

Imagine getting out of bed at 4.30 a.m. for three mornings straight to work for three hours, going home at 10 a.m. feeling tired but unable to sleep, trying to occupying yourself while you wait for your body to feel tired and finally nap for three hours in the late afternoon.

I didnít know I had to be like this for this month.

God bless me.