Sunday, December 5
tired. very tired. actually i've been tired these past few months. i thought that maybe it was because of o's, that it would all go away. but it hasn't. the headaches are worse than ever.. practically the same as peak exam period. but there are no exams now. i can't understand it. as soon as i step out of the house the grinding in my head increases, but i just grit my teeth and get through the day. there's a lot of work to do at the office. the stack is very big. and i have to go to work. just so.. tired. sleep doesn't work. i have all these weird dreams i can't even begin to understand. it just gets worse every day. i'm not even pushing myself that hard.. although i try to make sure i get something done everyday, even if it's just writing on the mugs. why can't there be an instant, perfect cure? maybe some tablet that i could take, and make everything go away. all the aches and pains and fatigue. i don't want to go on holiday. it'll only get worse. i don't want to leave the house. but i have to meet people and go to work. life isn't about the wants. it's about the duties you owe to yourself and other people and God.
my sister's gone. woke up at 6am and had to bathe in icecold water because my parents used up all the hot water. sneezed all day thanks to that. practically like being in camp. *shudders* her parting words to me were 'don't wear the pink skirt!' yes i know.. the only item i can't wear because she hasn't worn it yet. her friends laughed when i asked if i could borrow her clothes and shoes while she's gone. i forgot to ask about her books and cds and jewelry. there's smth about borrowing older sister's clothes. somehow you look better in them than in yours. i don't know why. psychological effect.
ally don't cry anymore.. i'm really sorry that you've got a bad haircut now.. and i won't attempt to cheer you up because i hate bad haircuts too.. i just want you to know that i love you anyway. even if you were bald. if you had cancer and had to shave your head, i'd shave mine too. and knit you a leukemia-patient cap. really. =) don't cry..
it must've been love.
5:43 pm
xoxo
