It was funny. In the past one month, I got 3 long weekends. The first one was because I was sick, actually a serious headache made me suffer for two days; and then the second one was some bloody ACT Union picnic day, Gods know what the hell this one is; the third one was the one just passed by yesterday, Canberra day, but I spent all my time cowering in the corner of my Queanbeyan’s home, did nothing except a little morning walk in the nearby streets.

This morning, Simon rang in sick, Sasha looks tired and Alesia kept yawning at her desk. I also happened to know a few people talking about their miserable feelings this morning in the lady’s room. It can’t be, people, after a long weekend! You guys are kidding me? If there was someone not feeling well, it should be me!!! I should be the one feels not good at all with talking no more than 3 sentences within the whole 3 days. They were some cashiers in the suppermarket and Joesph & Ronda couple, none of each interested me.

I guess only the Gods know why people are so hard to be pleased and why they always look so fragile even they have already got what they want.