Why is it so jammed this bulan puasa?

Is it because everyone gets to leave a half hour earlier except for me?

Why are Malaysian drivers so mean? Heck, I'm in a jam, you're in a jam too, just give way laaaaa

It's the second day and I'm all ready to bang my head on the wall, sink into my bed, take leave for the next month. Oh that's right, some beforementioned people might have to think about things through and through before placing their delicate, precious, worth-more-than-diamonds signature onto my leave form.

I'm sure you know the scenario where everything just builds up and you're not really thinking about it, just brushing it aside and then one day, you're vulnerable, and it hits you like an opportunistic infection if you will.

This year I'm finding out I don't deal with stress quite so easily.

I've no resilience.

A coward. Dare I admit it, a bully.

And for that, I shall have no pardon for my own self.

Perhaps it's time to take a nap, a really really long nap.