it is quite ironic that
i seem to have sprained my hip/pelvic while dancing to ‘naima’s hips’ today. lesson to be learnt: never miss warm-ups. i have to sit in this weird position for it not to hurt, which results in my neck aching. very shibaided for a bellydancer to sprain her hips! i mean…it just doesn’t happen. they sprain their backs, yes, but not their hips! very lame.
also, i quarreled with amos today. we have kinda patched up but it doesn’t make my studying any easier. you know, sometimes when the day is spoilt, it remains spoilt and nothing but sleep helps.
recently my insomnia seems to have gone over to hypersomnia. i haven’t woken up at noon for years. mostly, even when i sleep at 6am after hanging out or talking on the phone, i will still wake up before 10 or so. this feels more worrying than insomnia. also i am having a perpetual cold and i have to wake up to clear my nose several times each night and i ache all over for no apparent reason except that cold. perhaps i have the h1n1.
i need to do my readings. argh.
first writing assignment of the sem
the other day i told amos off. he ordered a coke zero and i was irritated because just a few days before he visited me in ntu where they were practically begging you to take the free coke zeros and he refused to yet there he goes buying one.
today, my mother came to tell me i shouldn’t have done that. she asked, ‘did you notice that after you told him off he became awkward for the rest of the meal? plus you did it in front of the waitress. next time you should consider his feelings before shooting off your mouth, and you need to control your temper.’ i didn’t reply, then my mother went on to say, ’since you chose this man, then you should love him. nobody’s perfect, everyone has flaws, and if you can’t bear it then it’s better to break it off sooner rather than later.’
i wish he would wake up to talk to me. i feel so stupid writing (or, not writing) my assignment i need to talk to somebody i want him to comfort and accompany me but he isn’t there.
