yesterday, my colds kept me confined in my bed.
that meant no azkals game even if i had to call early last june to get a ticket. also, no sunday service with lovely.
i resolved to myself that i will finish my assignment which i did not.
as i was reading my advanced pathophysiology book about allergies, i said to myself, "that is effing me!" in the midst of quality time with my book, i fell asleep.
my point is, i am writing non-sense now because this is my way of coping with rafa's defeat against novak.
i hate it when he is so vulnerable but i am proud of his humility and strength. but now, i will not be defeated by my laziness with the tasks that i have to do.
this is the reality.