*clears throat* testing one, two...
my voice has totally failed me. make that, my body has totally failed me. i woke up this morning to blurry vision, a nose that's running away so hard i think it wants to move out, above mentioned voiceless ness, and big fat purple bruises all over, to match the one on my bum collected from falling off my bed.
doctor's assesment? overwork.
buuuut... how the hell can i be overworked, when school's barely started? *whimper* maybe i'm just not cut out. i'm exhausted! but i love my studies, i love uni (it's not brainwashing, it's true) and i love being busy. i never had this when i was running around like a blue-arse fly during jc, or even in the years after that. and why the hell would over-work cause me to be decorated in my favourite colour (abstractly pretty, yes, but not when you ask the implications), or let alone anything else.
good little student that i am, i swallowed the pills, got stuck-ed by his needle, did the eyedrops and hauled my sorry ass to school. i can't skip the 7 hours of lectures i have today, i would just die catching up. mmm... plus i did the good chinese girl thing and made a vat of soup (indian-inspired get-well-soup i must add, fulla onion, tomatoe, mustard seeds and chillies. maybe i can burn those germs away) but... i thought i'd take a coupla minutes to whine to my audience.
oh well... on to cheerier things:
thank you (yes i'm back at the yous game) for last night. sorry to run out on you, it was not you, it was me (don't you just love that line?) take you for the fun and the dancing, and yes we will chalk soon! and thank you for the pweety flowers! thanks for sending me home in one piece! (a sniffling sneezing sorry-for-myself piece, but who counts? *grin*)
and, thank you for what you are to me. you've stood by me thru the hellish (like this past month) and altho everbusy, you always tried to be there for me, while me greedy me, i always want more. love and acceptance i find in you, as well as many other beautiful things i cannot name. you're always there, to drag my kicking, screaming butt that inch further when i think i cannot move anymore. that's friendship.
at the end of the road
of my perception
stands someone
too weak to stand
yet as i walk to you
with my arms to catch you
it is my feet that trip
and me that falls
and it is you who catch me
who right me up
dust me off and
send me on my way
at the end of my road
within my perception
you will always be there
my friend
-sonn 27/3
my voice has totally failed me. make that, my body has totally failed me. i woke up this morning to blurry vision, a nose that's running away so hard i think it wants to move out, above mentioned voiceless ness, and big fat purple bruises all over, to match the one on my bum collected from falling off my bed.
doctor's assesment? overwork.
buuuut... how the hell can i be overworked, when school's barely started? *whimper* maybe i'm just not cut out. i'm exhausted! but i love my studies, i love uni (it's not brainwashing, it's true) and i love being busy. i never had this when i was running around like a blue-arse fly during jc, or even in the years after that. and why the hell would over-work cause me to be decorated in my favourite colour (abstractly pretty, yes, but not when you ask the implications), or let alone anything else.
good little student that i am, i swallowed the pills, got stuck-ed by his needle, did the eyedrops and hauled my sorry ass to school. i can't skip the 7 hours of lectures i have today, i would just die catching up. mmm... plus i did the good chinese girl thing and made a vat of soup (indian-inspired get-well-soup i must add, fulla onion, tomatoe, mustard seeds and chillies. maybe i can burn those germs away) but... i thought i'd take a coupla minutes to whine to my audience.
oh well... on to cheerier things:
thank you (yes i'm back at the yous game) for last night. sorry to run out on you, it was not you, it was me (don't you just love that line?) take you for the fun and the dancing, and yes we will chalk soon! and thank you for the pweety flowers! thanks for sending me home in one piece! (a sniffling sneezing sorry-for-myself piece, but who counts? *grin*)
and, thank you for what you are to me. you've stood by me thru the hellish (like this past month) and altho everbusy, you always tried to be there for me, while me greedy me, i always want more. love and acceptance i find in you, as well as many other beautiful things i cannot name. you're always there, to drag my kicking, screaming butt that inch further when i think i cannot move anymore. that's friendship.
at the end of the road
of my perception
stands someone
too weak to stand
yet as i walk to you
with my arms to catch you
it is my feet that trip
and me that falls
and it is you who catch me
who right me up
dust me off and
send me on my way
at the end of my road
within my perception
you will always be there
my friend
-sonn 27/3
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