It's that time of the year again, where my immune system breaks down. Hey, it doesn't always occur that frequent, because, it always does when I eat packets of this thing:

That's right. Frito-Lays potato chips. Damn this thing.
And to think that I so love this potato chips. Crunchy, but maybe it's time to snack on this thing. Can't afford to get sick to often, can I?

Being sick makes me feel lousy, and I hate eating medicine. Maybe I'm allergic to those stuff. You know how medicine makes you gag? Exactly. And usually, I would take a minimum of three days to be cured from whatever I'm suffering from. Why's that so? I DON'T EAT THAT MEDICINE. I would just leave myself to be, and it does go away. Try it, but I can't guarantee results.

I literally wore my woollen sweater, and dad says I look like a sheep. I think I did. But there's no cute guys in the house, so I have no incentive to look good. You should have seen my worst days. I think I look like rubbish. :D

Now I have to hunt Atikah down for piccys for last Sunday. Rawwwrrrrr!!!!