And to add to my woes, the past week and a half was spent fighting gastroentiritis. Damn for drinking off a random glass off the dinner table.

So basically i was strucked down with fever, body aches, diarrheoa, weakness and the crippling stomach cramps that keeps me awake during the night. Fuck that shit.

I have lost my fucking weight and my trousers are all loose. I have not been able to go to the gym from the weakness. My whole body is a fucking mess.

And i have exactly one week before i fly off. I better be in tip top shape when i leave.

Take me away.

I cried today, I cried in the confines of my car and under the cover of my shades. And it felt good. It felt so good. I know the problems I am faced with shall hover over me, haunting my every step until I deal with it.

As I replayed it in my head over and over again, tears welled up at the corner of my eyes. It flowed without restraint.

Tonight I sleep with dread, the encroaching day beckoning with mountains and valleys to traverse.

Am alone in this.

I do not get pimples.



But the ones i do get are usually self inflicted and were totally under my control to start off. You see, i have really itchy fingers. I would attempt squeezing clogged pores myself and in the process inflaming the pore which inevitably becomes a HUGE painful zit!

That is why for the past 4 years i have the all important shopping list for my good friend who goes back to Miri every year. I would decline clothes, shoes, food and all and requests that he gets his miraculous pimple cream from his skin specialist. Drop anything from the list BUT that.

Regardless of how big and inflamed the pimple gets, just a drop of the cream and it practically subsides overnight. No inflammation, no pain.