what is the worst way you could ever wake up from your sleep?

i just got the answer this morning. as i was having a nice dream, it was about me trying to save a girl from the bad people. i remember right before i woke up, i someway kicked the bad guy away in the fist fight (you know, being hero...thats what we do) ... and i could feel that it just hit the target so badly. but the question is, why am I the one who feels the pain? , and later woke up...feeling hurt on my knees? the answer is simple...while i was 'kicking' the bad guy in my dream ( where i suppose to be the hero ), in real life, subconciously i just bang my knees to the wall. and i banged it hard. so hard i can still feel the pain until now, after 15 hours it happenend. i was left with no choice but to go and see doctor first thing in the morning. not to forget how the doctor and his assistant laughed so hard while writing the priscription. i got an internal bleeding for that, no kidding. hell....

i thought that was all. the moment i got to the office, kaka arfah was there, waiting for me. and what did i do next? to unload boxes filled with files on the rack. mind you that those boxes can be considered HEAVY , looking at the stage of health i'm dealing now.

then, i just got to know that the people from Japanese Travel Bureau and a deligation form Quwait will be arriving after lunch, and both event runs concurrently. thank god Rizal a.k.a old man was there to take charge on the Japs, leaving to handle the Quwaitee. Prepared whatever needed, after some hassle relating to technicalities. i took a deep breath, hoping all these unlucky things ends there.

but no, it doesn't. as i was about to go out for lunch, i have just realize that my motorbike key wasn't at the place it used to be. and up until now, i'm still in the process of searching, wondering when would i find it. humph... indirectly saying that i can't go out for lunch. and i haven't have even a single bit of food for the whole day.

then the Quwait delegation arrived, everthing went well...and the best part, i got to join the tea session. thank god. finally something to fill my empty, hungry, and about to rhyme a concert stomach. thank god. i guess thats the only good thing happened to me today...maybe.

and just now, we did another session of loading and unloading session. this time, some brochure for the university. another challenge for my injured knee. but being a hero, went thru all that well.

and now i'm still stuck in the office. I WANT TO GO BACK ! but i don't have my bike key. god, please help me. i know i did a lot of sins but please forgive me. i'm just your humbe servant. don't punish me like this. please. i really need the key back. please..please...please...

please, god...please end this sufferings...