I had a lovely Sunday minus the part where clumsy me tripped over thin air and while at it - manage to twist my ankle. Genius.
Woke up bright and early to fetch my favorite Granddaddy to the clinic to get his eyes get checked. Was in such a hurry to get out of the car park and into the building, I must have missed a step and landed on the wrong foot. But me being me (ps. I have an insanely high tolerance/threshold for pain) still made it to church + lunch and a little bit of shopping with Gwen & Solomon in flatforms.
The discomfort + swelling only started to kick in once I got home, or more specifically when my genius parents instructed me to put an ice pack over the swell. -.- Gna visit a Chinese physician first thing tomo morning!
I often talk about how much I detest rigidity but I fail to mention how difficult it is for me to embrace changes. 2012 has been all about adapting to change.
If you were still around, you’d say “Suku, tzor ni le lor kao? mai kao la.” But you’re not. And this time, I’m crying over you.
This week went by as quickly as it came, thank God. I’ve been so tired lately despite the double digit hours of sleep I’ve been indulging in. Momi says its probably just a bad case of ‘sleep deficit’ and blames it on my many years worth of odd sleeping hours. *shrugs* Not gna even attempt to argue with that. Mothers know best no?
Sunday will mark my last day serving in Fearless. I’ve been trying to pick my brain -slash- search my heart for the right words to describe how I feel. But I guess I’m just as bad with words as I am with goodbyes.
