when its time to live and let die

So it seems that everyone is after my blood samples, but never fail to bring me bad news. The most damaging thing I've done was to dye my hair thrice in a month, but this is worse! (ok, no relevance) Taking 5 bottles of blood from me and asking if I'm dizzy, is quite a silly question indeed. "Uh, no, I'm good".

Turns out that it is always the case of the healthiest person getting the most undesirable illnesses. The rigid exercise regimes and lifestyles are leaving me on my own. I can't believe I'm actually diagnosed with this problem! And it kills to know that I live a life more systematically and strict that anyone else I know of. But at the end of the day, as long as I'm not dead or close to dying (yet), I deal with it. Isn't that what I always try to do best?

And it doesn't make me feel better to know that recess week is eating into the Chinese New Year period. For football's sake! Who can actually sit down to study while the rest of the world is on a hiatus and enjoying themselves? It's supposed to be the ONLY holiday in Singapore that everyone literally stops and does nothing. As far as it may sound good and like an eventful week waiting ahead, I gotta feeling that it's not exactly gonna be a good good week. But heck, it's not even happened yet. We take one day at a time.

So stoked about everything else!