pray tell, what does this labour day really mean?
it’s supposed to be a day where everyone lays down their parangs chang ko-s and goes to lie down in the shade of the trees their ancestors planted…
or maybe in the labour suite it’s supposed to mean, lots of yelling, pushing and wailing babes… -> labour day!
anyway, we’re not supposed to be working/studying rite? supposed to rest… and loaf around waiting for food to fall from the heavens…
and what am i doing but having my nose stuck diligently between the chao ji chong hei ‘kumar and clarke’ (they have enough conjunctions, parenthesis and prepositions to make a 1446-page book which can easily be whittled down to one talley o’connor-sized handbook) as well as working on a report on giddiness/dizziness…
we’re all working like house elves here!
even my immune system is working OT today. hahaha… i haven’t stopped sneezing and ‘tearing’ from my nose since morning…
