Agony

I hate my stomach. Literally. Perhaps I'm the only person in the whole word that hates his own stomach! I really feel like ripping off my stomach! And I really mean it. Literally.

Everytime I'm on the MRT, my stomach will cramp during the journey to work. Every week without fail. Sometimes my stomach chooses to do that on the East-West Line, while other times just make me suffer on the North-East Line.

I feel like really spitting out expletives out loud in the train!!

Perhaps I have a weak stomach. Or perhaps there is something wrong with my stomach?

The pain is just exruciating, leaving me in agony. Why can't the pain just go away? It's really tormenting to be tortured in this manner...

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This week is just a terrible week for me. It seems that I am susceptible in making mistakes. Over and over again. For the past three days. I don't know whether my blunders will really cost me in the near future. Just pray that I will be more careful next time.

The only thing that is comofrting is that I didn't get caught in the rain! No sore throat. No need for Strepsils. This time around I'm smart enough to bring along an umbrella with me.