sick leave

very sick yesterday.
i went to Macau for work (but there is nth special eventually, s*cks). the temperature in the f*cking turbojet is low like costless. i was dizzy on the way back to office. went straight to bed once i am home.

after 10-hour sleep i am feeling better. not dizzy but speak-less now. making use of the time at home, i tried to tidy up my room. i found a notebook which was use as a "diary". actually i can hardly call it one since it is in letter format. those words were written to somebody long ago. i cannot remember its existence until i open it.

seconds later i reckon what it is, i tear those pages away and put it into a recycle bin. good feeling. i dont need it anymore. i m free from it, you know. what most important is, i deserve better. i should never be stuck over somebody who dun care, or who i dun care.