Living between Realism and Idealism

May 20, 2009

[399] Torrential torment of the uterus kills me.

Just for the record, I like to be addressed as zhen ying, instead of the big, bold, usual goh. (=

But but but, people can keep calling me as goh, I don't mind.

This time around, my menses has been giving me excruciating pain. The severity of the pain kept me lying on my back during odd hours in a day. Not your standard fare of period pain involving constant but shortlived cramps on your lower abdomen; I have perpetual soreness in my lower abdomen, which crept to my backbone, concentrating especially at the sacral region - it peaks, and then dies down, peaks up again, and the cycle goes on.

It got so bad yesterday, that even standing up gave me so much pain, inducing nausea at the same time. That made me chant sengsara monotonously in the house.

The feeling of anticipation is exhilarating. Everyday, I wait for the orange-beeping bar from the same person, X. There's nothing much to expect from X for now.

I just don't like people who are so full of themselves, having conversations with me, talking about everything which spells nothing but themselves. It is as if they are talking to a wall, with me as the wall, and them - talking to me, not expecting any response.

X talks and listens, which is good and I'm glad for. The listening skill is so important and some people takes it for granted that listening merely involves their ears. And these people tend to forget the brain when they talk. Nuisance and annoyance, I would say.

Direct links are so difficult to find these days. I am deprived of series. T_T

| show | Grey's Anatomy S05E24
| mood | bored

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