Most of you don't know what happened to me recently. If I were to tell, I'd say it's a total mess. The Jee-Man decided to be a douchebag (hey, it's his birthday in the next few days), so with the help of his dad in the sky, they cast a case of "a-quick-flu-as-a-sign-of-God-giving-you-the-finger-itisis", then went on discussing their plans for the Jee man's birthday bash. I'm pretty sure it involves a stable, but I heard rumors about it being held somewhere else.
Anyway, I don't allow myself to fall for some shitty disease immediately. I fought it hard and well like a SPARTAAAAN, I even ran a five kilometer marathon even with the flu in my system. However, my body's immune system couldn't seem to keep up with my will's fighting spirit, and my body succumbed to the disease. I was bedridden for two days.It's probably no big deal, right? Considering it's the holidays?
I happen to have fallen on the day I have been preparing for, which is our final Christmas party. I have spent a lot of cash (read: OVER 9000) to buy presents for everybody, but look what happened to those presents instead. They now serve the purpose of blocking those little holes where mice and cockroaches can get through. I just spent thousands of Philippine currency for pest control.
I didn't even get a present myself. They promised that they will give me my presents next year when classes resume (and I did the same), but I'm worried that they'll forget after New Year's Eve.
Gee, thanks God. Thanks for making me miss one of the most important days this year. Thanks for trying to lower my self-esteem even lower (but your efforts are futile, thank you very much). Tell your son who is the reason of at least every damn problem I had this year that I said happy birthday.
Merry Christmas everybody. I'm sure the future will be better tomorrow.
