Breathe.

Went for a Red Cross course on CPR. 

It was bored to the max. 

The lecturer must have thought that telling us stories of his brother, uncle and God-knows-who would have entertained us. 

After 5 minutes into his fairytale, he finally comes to the point where that specific fella lost a finger or a toe. 

I was hoping that he'll lose his voice. 

That explains why I slept in the first 20 minutes. 

It was so darn early, none of you fellas would be awake for me to SMS with. 

So I ended up scribbling on my hand.

 But I need YOU. I'm here, but you're missing.