neither black, nor white. just grey.

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

there're some days u wake up not to the beautiful chirping sounds of the bird.
but rather to the sounds of the bloody drilling of your neighbour's renovation going on.

u know deep down that it ain't gonna be a good day.

then u recall the nightmare that woke u up in cold sweat.
about some female ghost clad in white with her unkempt hair chasing u round your sch in the wee hours of the night.

merely reinforces the fact it most probably isn't going to be a good day.

then u feel an aching pain at the side of your neck.
u slept in the wrong position the entire night thus resulting in a stiff neck.
turning your head is an absolute torture.

why today of all days? a good day it is not.

i do not like today. period.