As the clock ticks by, the febrile blotches becoming more apparent, and giant pimples erupting out of the blue, it's perfectly sane of me to believe that doom is impending. The doctor in me comes out with a few symptoms that leads to a simple prognosis.
I am now:
1) Sweating in the bitter coldness of early morning.
2) Suffering from sudden adrenaline rush.
3) Having the heart racing at random times.
4) Hating anything related to science. Watching CSI proves to be unkind to my little blood pump as NMR and Mass Specs are liberally depicted.
5) Having trouble to marshall my attention whatever I'm doing.
6) Getting incoherent in talking and thinking.
7) On the verge of an aneurysm and subdural haemotoma.
The prognosis: The unwanted news in THE email.
Symptoms can be lessen if the patient is blazing the country road. A little caution that this little remedy is not to be taken when the patient is extremely disturbed.
Well, we propose Allah disposes ayte?
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2 comments:
same here...
even mase tengah solat pon boleh ade blood rush... gile betul...
Lol.X khusyuk namenye tu!
The guessing of when it'll be announced aggravates the condition,I think.
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