Friday the Thirteenth. Predicted that something bad will happen in these few days. Prediction sort of came true. Was sick yesterday with fever, headache and sore throat. 2 months have passed. Things are not what they seem. Memories come surging through my mind these few days suddenly. Bad things. Not many good stuff. Small things that caused unhappiness. Stubborn? I admit, when I think I have an issue in my argument. Or when I think that the matter is not worth the effort. People are getting more and more petty recently. Can't settle things properly before moving on. That's why people can't move on. Maths test tomorrow. Hope I will be physically fine and mentally fine to take the whole paper 2. Writing in short sentences is fun. No wonder Arundhati Roy loves it. Those who understand this paragraph of gibberish, good for you. Those who do not, don't bother asking.
