Can You Hear Me?

Urgh... I surely can't hear myself... It's all the clubbing last night, aggravated my condition and now I can't hear myself. Nope I'm not going deft but I totally lost my voice. I sound like a toad. William Hung sounds like Mariah Carey doing a perfect high octave talking next to me...


Sore throat + Drinking + Clubbing = Disaster Waiting to Happen.

And disaster did happen.

To make things worse, I only had four hours of sleep this morning because I promised B that I'll go to Port Dickson with him for an event. Slept at five and woke up at nine. This is not good for my health and not to mention dark circles and eye bags!

The event was so bla... Despite being a media representative, we were not treated well. It was total disappointment and I shan't elaborate more. I am sick and I shan't stress over this bla event.

You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter

2 comments:

Jason said...

Juk juk juk...
kids nowadays...

Queer Ranter said...

Jason: What... Sore throat~~~