Wednesday, November 08, 2006 ; 1:51 AMY
I really wish you were here.
YUCK.
i have an ugly pimple below my nose. its affecting me alot. when i smile, i felt pain. when i frown, i felt pain too. when i pursed my lips, i felt pain too too. rawrs! thanks to T3 pimple cream, it has rised to a diameter of 0.02 mm and i had successfully BURST IT! hahas. its now less than 0.01mm. its red in colour. it seems more obvious than before cuz its
RED! holy-ness. hopefully darren will not realise it. he keeps making fun of mee. boos. )):
finally done on my part of the BS project. one load lesser. but its only PART of the project. i guess there's more to be done. (: hopefully we will be MORE on time than ECONS.
and to those who are concern, my cramps. feeling better. it isnt as bad. but the clots are. EWW. i dun even wanna elaborate what i see when i bathe. hahas. darren might be interested though, he seems interested in knowing abt these gurls' stuff. kekes. its good to know. its IMPORTANT to know more, for your girlfriend/fiancee/wife in future. trust me. esp the mood swinging. you may have never ending fights and quarrels if you never understand. yupps. RIGHT GURLS OUT THERE? (:
darling's gastric isnt improving as the days to come. i feel so useless. i was just trying to make a joke. cuz its been so long since i said anything to make him laugh, OR EVEN SMILE. i guess it's the pain which pulled his mood down. but he doesnt hafta be so furious rights. haix. i hope he feels better with me not irritating him further. i hope he feels better after the medications. i hope my mood can stop swinging so that i can think straight as to how to make him feel better, NOT MAKE HIM FEEL WORSE. hais.
i really do care alot for him. but i have so many things in mind. i cannot afford to have the energy to read into a person's mind anymore. all i need is for him to tell me that he's not feeling well and dowanna be disturbed. i cant read your mind like how you cannot read mine. when i keep things inside or just flare up at you all of a sudden, you get pissed that i din tell you what i'm going thru thus, venting everything on you. but you dont tell me anything either.
i do not ask you not because i dont care. its either i dowanna keep probing and nagging at you like a lao ah ma. or its cuz i'm really too packed with stuff. i'm feeling very lousy inside out. the cramps. the nauseua. the headache. the pimple. the projects. your ignorance. your complains. your sarcastic remarks. i am so darn weak.
i may be strong on the surface. but i'm not. i cannot control my tears well anymore. they are coming out every now and then. i cannot stop. please rescue me. not pull me deeper into the sea. i beg of euu.
quoted from a trainee nurse:"black sesame paste does help in gastric pains." i tot it helps in pimples. now i know it helps in gastrics. mom said i can purchase from departmental stores. but i din get a chance to go. it was too far. does NTUC sell it?
