Apphia and me
^_^
Being depressed and down is simply very tiring. Seriously tiring. Being a worry-wart does have its bad side. You, without realizing give birth to the sleepless nights (which I thought would never end, it still hasn't yet, but I'm trying to), the endless moping around, looking suicidal and dead, countless heartaches and pain, searing pain. The 1 week of complete hell. But then, I supposed that would rather have an end somewhere, else I'd probably go insane. Added the rain, the weather seemed to understand, but I wished it wouldn't show such aching sympathy.
(am I being a little wordy and poetic here?)
I thank God so much for blessing me with girlfriends. It's as if He knew. And when the time comes and you really need to spill your guts out, there is always someone to bother lending their ears. Being a girly girl, I supposed we tend to be wordy and fuss over little things. But I don't consider every single event in my life 'little'. I think of it as a life-threatening situation, nevertheless. Life may be drama, heart-wrenching and down right stupid, or maybe beautiful, gorgeous and very glamorous. But the thing is still there, we love to talk. It doesn't matter if you have no idea what we mean, or have no clue and answer (since most of the time we answer our own questions), girls just want to talk. And when we say there's nothing wrong, trust me, there is something. And even the thoughest of heart, they still break easily.
Apart from the usual work at the plant, I supposed I've done almost all the possible things that I could do to fill up my week so that when night falls, I'd be terribly exhausted and fall asleep. The very point is that I don't end up thinking of ridiculous stuff before bed. Though I have no idea why in the world after all that I would still end up waking up at 3am.
I thank God for the wonderful saturday. It's amazing how out of so many days, this particular day it didn't rain. Heavenly right? And so, I went out with a dear friend of mine. Having almost the same brain, we roamed the mall (it's the only mall in Bintulu anyways) and OH so Glorious again, I found nice novels to read. And so I happily bought 2 (previously, I've wanted terribly to read something and I have no idea why would the library be closed at such odd hours). We spent some long hours of talking and telling stories. How I've missed these times terribly. Have you ever noticed how when you get so drowned into things, time just passed by ever so fast, but when you're idle, time also stops? Funny..
There should be more times like these. Outings and stuff. It's not like you want to forget what is going on wrong in your life, it's just a short retreat, somewhat a vacation, and hopefully when you return, everything will fall to place. Hopefully. And yes, hope is the essence of living i supposed. without hope, I don't supposed there's another day. ahaha...(am i too old to be a lil emo?)
well, i guess that's all. for now... ^_^;;
(am I being a little wordy and poetic here?)
I thank God so much for blessing me with girlfriends. It's as if He knew. And when the time comes and you really need to spill your guts out, there is always someone to bother lending their ears. Being a girly girl, I supposed we tend to be wordy and fuss over little things. But I don't consider every single event in my life 'little'. I think of it as a life-threatening situation, nevertheless. Life may be drama, heart-wrenching and down right stupid, or maybe beautiful, gorgeous and very glamorous. But the thing is still there, we love to talk. It doesn't matter if you have no idea what we mean, or have no clue and answer (since most of the time we answer our own questions), girls just want to talk. And when we say there's nothing wrong, trust me, there is something. And even the thoughest of heart, they still break easily.
Apart from the usual work at the plant, I supposed I've done almost all the possible things that I could do to fill up my week so that when night falls, I'd be terribly exhausted and fall asleep. The very point is that I don't end up thinking of ridiculous stuff before bed. Though I have no idea why in the world after all that I would still end up waking up at 3am.
I thank God for the wonderful saturday. It's amazing how out of so many days, this particular day it didn't rain. Heavenly right? And so, I went out with a dear friend of mine. Having almost the same brain, we roamed the mall (it's the only mall in Bintulu anyways) and OH so Glorious again, I found nice novels to read. And so I happily bought 2 (previously, I've wanted terribly to read something and I have no idea why would the library be closed at such odd hours). We spent some long hours of talking and telling stories. How I've missed these times terribly. Have you ever noticed how when you get so drowned into things, time just passed by ever so fast, but when you're idle, time also stops? Funny..
There should be more times like these. Outings and stuff. It's not like you want to forget what is going on wrong in your life, it's just a short retreat, somewhat a vacation, and hopefully when you return, everything will fall to place. Hopefully. And yes, hope is the essence of living i supposed. without hope, I don't supposed there's another day. ahaha...(am i too old to be a lil emo?)
well, i guess that's all. for now... ^_^;;