if curing cancer means turning the world into a mass of seething, swarming zombies... i rather we have the zombies den the cancer... damn the cancer...
i hate waking on a sunday to the incessant ringing of the phone...
i hate waking on a sunday morning to the excessive loud wedding music at the void deck in languages i cannot understand...
i hate waking on a sunday morning to the loud blaring of the horns and revving of the engines celebrating the wedding going on at the void deck
i hate waking on a sunday morning to know that someone is in hospital
i hate waking on a sunday morning and knowing that it's gonna be a working monday the next damn day...
"there are things that dun go our way... there are things that just escape our ways..."