Saturday, Nov. 20, 2004 1:06 a.m.
i have finally come home. so worn out. so fatigue. we live to die. and we are dying to survive. i've stayed in the mini for 4 nights. everything is fine except that we can't get the washing machine working yet. i'm usually the last one to go back to the mini. one night i went back alone, i got in bed, and tears rolled down out of control. i was trying to imagine what dad had in mind in his final days and final hours. but i had no way to find out. so i sent an sms to him, asking him to tell me that he's well, hoping that i would receive a reply when i woke up in the next morning. i'm always having mental rehearsals in my mind. i think of the different ways an event can evolve, and the possible conversations that will take place. since small yi ging always jo mental rehearsal. that's why i think i have the potential in acting ga. sometimes i am so ��J that i really cry. i sound like a mental patient, ain't i? ok, enough of that. how nice to be home again. i feel really sorry. i'll see what i can do. i'm in deep water ah yi ga. ho �O���q��. i dare not make any more promises. |