Monday Blues.

Hit by the Blues.

Literally.

So therefore, the 3 of us with only 3 hours plus of sleep, I had to wake up earlier (sorta) at 6am to kick this 2 outta the house in the morning so all (ok, 2) of us wouldn't be late for work. (except the one growing grapes)

Dahlah already sad, the radio stations were talking about it the whole morning, cannot tahan, so had to listen to my USB. Reached work, avoided the Arsenal and Liverpool and non-existant Chelsea fans, and minded my own business. The other United fans were mourning too. We all just sat at our own place and kah khi emo.

Even my sister know how to rub it in.

To make Tuesday come faster, what better way than to sleep right? So, I went to bed at 7.30pm. HAHA. At least today I woke up, mood better abit coz Liverpool were held by Birmingham. LOL.

But, after seeing my bench, sad again. AIH.

Tuesday Blues. Yay.

At least there's a cause for my depression. Unlike someone, whose depression is auto-triggered for fun (literally) and suddenly says 'Ok, I go die. Bb.' and instantly goes offline.

No prizes for guessing who.

Okla, maybe a pack of chewing gum for the right guess.

o.ov