This is the hardest week of my working life.
I have to drag myself out of bed and out of the house every morning.
I think about getting MC every day.
It is no consolation that this week is afterall the last week.
I still dread going to work.

2 more days to go Yati.
2 more days and you are out of here.
2 more days.

and there will be the
a) Malacca trip with the sec 2s (this should be fun)
b) Nike Joga thingy this Sunday @ National Stadium(I think I should come down to support my kids: Helmi+Razie+Nick, Radzlee+Iderus+Khairi, Nadia+Amanda+Nazurah)
c) Karimun trip
d) Batam trip again (hopefully)
e) endless tv programmes (yippppeee)
f) waking up after 10am (yeah)

this is life.
But meanwhile, I still have to go through the 2 days..