I woke up this morning with a sharp and acute pain in my stomach. It felt like gastric pains to me but I could not put my finger to it. I woke up at 7.45am and slept some more after rubbing some medication. I finally woke up at 9.45am.
I have been having very weird dreams recently.
The first one was awesomely strange. I could vividly hear a hymn being played and sung in the background of what seemed like a church and I knew the people around me. They were people I brought to church or vice versa and we were having a great time. I could see the faces of jubilee and laughter. The smiles were indeed inviting.
The second one I think would be more on the weird side. I dreamt that I was still back in JC, preparing for my 'A' Levels and working through the night just like every other night. I saw my FM teacher, his distinct mannerism and I think I also heard his voice in some sense. I woke up in a dazed, wondering whether I really had my 'A's the next day. Talk about a very late post- 'A' Level trauma.
The week has indeed been a very busy one. There were indeed moments where I threw all my frustrations on others and took others for granted. I am one person whom when irritated when doing something urgent and important, would just snap at the next person who passes by. I lost it at one particular person. His words to me were 'if you are not going to talk it out, I find it hard to communicate with you.'
To Jim... my frustrations to you is simply the fact that I am just a dinner mate to fill up the empty void in which your usual commitments cannot. I am just a secondary consideration to help you pass time. There ain't genuine sincerity in you towards me. I am taking a step back, really I am.
Preparing for my unit's 5th Anniversary cum Cohesion Day was exhausting. It was mentally exhausting actually. Listening to 50 odd people telling me what they preferred, what time they wanted to end the event, what they hoped to do... I felt like a living sponge that had to soak up all these nonsense. My committee less Leslie was no better. Leslie was not around because he was attached out with engineers. Fortunate soul I must definitely say. Had to plan for the amount of food, the games to play, the type of cake to order, the beverage and the lodging. From Sentosa, I moved it to East Coast Park and finally Downtown East simply because one of my bosses had a friend who could get a good deal for us if we were to hold our activities there.
Ultimate Frisbee ain't a game to be looked down upon. It is a combination of agility, speed and technique. It also speaks of teamwork and camaraderie. Although there was one particular portion of time where the weather did appear menacing, somehow, I still persisted on with the game. It worked wonders.
The rain which everyone prayed would pour and dampen our spirits did not come until the end when I finally left Downtown East. I called Jim, but his battery was low apparently from playing games the whole day on his phone. Never mind. Didn't feel he was ever interested anyway.
Yet, things today are somewhat different. I will leave it to time to reveal all answers.
---till later---Am on leave till Wednesday then stay out till Friday because I will be attached out to where Leslie is. A great week isn't it?---
