Is it just me or does it seem like everyone is going thru some sort of sickness. Either physically ill or emotionally ill. Just before I left Toronto, I was terribly ill. I locked myself in an empty apartment sniffling and feeling sorry for myself. Before it was getting worse, I flew out to Vancouver.
I always feel some sort of comfort when I go back to Vancouver. As long as I see my select few, i’m incredibly content. Even when I call them up for random favours, I never feel guilty- perhaps because I would do the same, if not more for them. Maybe I haven’t reached that level with anyone in Toronto except Mel.
I have a week before I move to KL officially. So I’m eating tons of Pho and “western” food before I’ll be stuffing my face with all that wholesome Chicken Rice. Oh how I love chicken rice.
My mother has the blues too, she has a case of the Norwalk Virus – according to the Doc. I’ve been bedridden for a couple days because of the stomach flu. I know it can’t be food poisoning cuz my date didn’t get sick. Anyways, she came up to the room and started going whack on me. She started yelling about how she’s been non-stop working and both my brother and I are lazy. Holy cow, I never felt so guilty. So i’m trying to help as much as I can while I get dizzy spells and fatigue. I hope it won’t get worse and I hope she’ll calm down later on today. I can’t stand negativity and pessimism. I hate it when people break my spirit. Especially when I’m trying to make things happen this year.