Why must things turn out like this?

Headache, stomachache!
Mr Panadol, where're you? I wanna eat you.
Haiya, damn no mood.
I thought everything would be fine when I come back.
But it all came tumbling down again, like Jack and Jill!
Whatever.

So done with wishing.

blogged at 8:26 PM

Sharon
Netball
19th March 93.

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