I got a burning piece of charcoal in my throat

I got sandpaper throat

My nose stings when I breath

It drips so bad I almost slurrrrrp the mucuous when I drink my hot soup

I got a fever but I am too lazy to dig where the paracetamol is

I can down a 1000 mg Postan and don’t bitch about the sore throat and stinging nose and fever but this is my blog

I can swallow either a Clarinese, Claritine, Actifed or whatever anti-histamines in the fridge and stop bitching but this is my blog
(eh, my niece is a pharmacist and my nephew a doctor so I am not likely to kill myself taking the wrong meds, ok?)

So here I am, bitching because our Government choose to pretend that the haze will not appear every year. If I am the Pee eeM, I will tell the neighbour who sends the haze that I am going to pack their labourers back in the next tongkang. Please lah, now we have Nepalese, Myanmar, Bangladeshi, Pakistan (yummm some of the men from these countries are so hensem, I wanna keep a
garderner to trim the bushes). Give them a bit of scare lah, Mr. Pee eeM. What’s holding you back?

Niamah, where is my box of tissue again?

Oh ya, I change template to release tension. Got nice?

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