As soon as I'm awakened from sleep and starts to cough, there is no knowing when I can get back to sleep.
Happening now, happened before and I hope will stop soon.
I really need my sleep to recover and stop the awful coughs.
It is only when I sleep that the cough stops and slowly recovers.
Please get well soon!
-=iNa=-
Friday, August 5, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Why? II
Why is it that I know your heart is not mine to acquire and mine is not yours but I still keep holding to that little ray of hope that 'We' can happen again?
'A heart is actually two teardrops joined together.'
I remembered it from some e-mail that I received long time before.
The exact words, I know, are not those.
But the meaning is there.
Why do I still keep holding on?
-=iNa=-
P.S. Credits to bingtopia.com for the picture.
Recovering
After 5 MCs and 10 days away from work, feeling slightly better today.
The mad fever, superb bodyache, blocked/runny nose, sorethroat, crazy cough all seems to be recovering well.
Only evidence of me being super down is the not-so-crazy-on-and-off cough and the slight difference in my voice.
Super thankful to the last doctor which I went to.
I meant the previous 2 doctors are okay, just that the last one seems to know more about what he is dealing with.
Hope me recovering, will continue recovering till i'm at my optimum and stay that way.
Here's to YoursTruly saying, 'Till I see you again!' to all the medications.
-=iNa=-
The mad fever, superb bodyache, blocked/runny nose, sorethroat, crazy cough all seems to be recovering well.
Only evidence of me being super down is the not-so-crazy-on-and-off cough and the slight difference in my voice.
Super thankful to the last doctor which I went to.
I meant the previous 2 doctors are okay, just that the last one seems to know more about what he is dealing with.
Hope me recovering, will continue recovering till i'm at my optimum and stay that way.
Here's to YoursTruly saying, 'Till I see you again!' to all the medications.
-=iNa=-
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Morning!
This morning when I was making my way to bed, Ma and Pa was having a conversation at the living room.
Ma: Make sure already taken lunch before coming back, because there is no one around.
Pa: Ok.
Me: Even if there is, that person can not be bothered.
Both of them turned and stared at me before laughing it off.
Yes, that person is me.
That person with an irritating blocked nose!
-=iNa=-
Ma: Make sure already taken lunch before coming back, because there is no one around.
Pa: Ok.
Me: Even if there is, that person can not be bothered.
Both of them turned and stared at me before laughing it off.
Yes, that person is me.
That person with an irritating blocked nose!
-=iNa=-
Saturday, June 11, 2011
The Holiday (2006)
Got shot.
Twice.
Maybe thrice.
"I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms."
That is the prologue.
The ones that comes after this, are the ones that really shot me.
A through wound.
Came in from the front and out through the back.
A messy shot.
"I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade."
And.
"Because you're hoping you're wrong. And every time she does something that tells you she's no good, you ignore it. And every time she comes through and suprises you, she wins you over, and you lose that argument with yourself, that she's not for you."
I was shot.
Twice.
And yet again.
-=iNa=-
Twice.
Maybe thrice.
"I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms."
That is the prologue.
The ones that comes after this, are the ones that really shot me.
A through wound.
Came in from the front and out through the back.
A messy shot.
"I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade."
And.
"Because you're hoping you're wrong. And every time she does something that tells you she's no good, you ignore it. And every time she comes through and suprises you, she wins you over, and you lose that argument with yourself, that she's not for you."
I was shot.
Twice.
And yet again.
-=iNa=-
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