Mopey Bopey
Heh. I'm beginning to really like my titles! Quite cute hor? Maybe a bit too cutesy? But who cares? I might die! Might as well live life on my terms!
That said, I might have dengue fever. Showing most of the symptoms. Have to get to the doc's first thing later as I've got something important later. I hope it's not but there's a part of me that wishes it's true...then maybe I'll get a chance to stay in a hospital? =D Have never stayed in one. Ok...it's like damn weird but you know the old saying...the grass is always greener on the other side. So having never stayed in a hospital sounds like fun!
And on other news, I felt an immense sense of loss today. I don't think I've ever gotten quite so upset ever before. Especially in this area. I'm usually not so hung up when things don't go my way. But this time it really got to me. I basically moped the entire day after I got home.
I thought I had singlehandedly brought doom upon myself (ok...please indulge my inner drama queen), that all hope is lost. I wanted to cry but I stopped myself. The agony of waiting, the anguish of knowing your shortcomings that the other might not accept, getting that pang in your belly that things don't bode well (which might actually be gastric...). Now, that's a picture of how a rejected lover would feel.
Sure sucks to be rejected man. Which kinda made me doubly sure that I will not declare my undying love to the one I like.
The call finally came. And I've got the answer I had wanted all along.
Thank You, Abba Father =)
That said, I might have dengue fever. Showing most of the symptoms. Have to get to the doc's first thing later as I've got something important later. I hope it's not but there's a part of me that wishes it's true...then maybe I'll get a chance to stay in a hospital? =D Have never stayed in one. Ok...it's like damn weird but you know the old saying...the grass is always greener on the other side. So having never stayed in a hospital sounds like fun!
And on other news, I felt an immense sense of loss today. I don't think I've ever gotten quite so upset ever before. Especially in this area. I'm usually not so hung up when things don't go my way. But this time it really got to me. I basically moped the entire day after I got home.
I thought I had singlehandedly brought doom upon myself (ok...please indulge my inner drama queen), that all hope is lost. I wanted to cry but I stopped myself. The agony of waiting, the anguish of knowing your shortcomings that the other might not accept, getting that pang in your belly that things don't bode well (which might actually be gastric...). Now, that's a picture of how a rejected lover would feel.
Sure sucks to be rejected man. Which kinda made me doubly sure that I will not declare my undying love to the one I like.
The call finally came. And I've got the answer I had wanted all along.
Thank You, Abba Father =)