I had just about one of the worst days this week.
I woke up with a splitting headache that wouldn't go off even after eating - I thought it was because I was hungry. Apparently not.
It only went off after panadol. So yea, panadol's the best afterall.

No point in me dwelling on how the day went wrong again, apart from the fact that I missed out a lot on studying today since I was most of the time slouching and pouting in bed trying to get the bloody goddamned headache off me for good.

But dinner was good. I finally had dinner with shuls. We went chomps for dinner, had a spread! (Well, a spread for the poor people. NO STINGRAY!! ) And went hunting for a particular house numbered 4 with a Chevrolet parked inside. *tsk tsk* haha. And finally to Giant Hypermart and home.

Daddy was really sweet, he offered to come downstairs to pick me up because he saw a drunkard earlier. But he was gone by the time I came home, so yea. But still, very sweet hor?!

Maybe you really need a different way of loving you. Perhaps my way of loving you isn't the rightest way. But I did my best to love you the way I knew how to. But I guess, it was too much.
At the end of the day, it repulsed, and we're back at square one again.

I'm sorry to have said things I shouldn't have.
"people say the most irrational things when they're agitated"


I don't want no more quarrels. I don't want no more frustrations.

But I'm glad we're okay again. Thank you for seeing us in the long term, 20, 30 years down the road. I'll try to make that happen.