Thursday, February 11, 2010
brown monkey, wheres your elmo?
first day of red was miserable, i felt miserable.
second day of red was better, i felt better.
feeling more than awake now, just had the worst angst coversation with darl, but thankfully, it all ended well. I dont know what was wrong with me, i just kept provoking him, and he became really mean. Mean.
ah stupid people do stupid things; me. sorry darl, xoxo
we somehow wished we cld do smth, but he's always steps ahead. i dont have the balls to tell her, really.
anyway, i used to ponder: do you fight for your own happiness or do you await for happiness? if you fight for what you think wld be your happiness but it turns out to be your greatest nightmare how? then if you are someone who waits for your happiness, relying everything to the hands of god, if those people around you, belongs to the former group, then when is your happiness going to come, say if you guys happen to share the same hope?
by the way, recently i have been thinking if power of denial is equal to the power of words.. Or power of words = power of denial. this thought occurred to me after two case of falls right after another,
then, once in a while you pick up pts already with any doctor's provisional diagnosis, did your own assessment but you suspect otherwise, how? i rmb following 2 pm, one did what he felt was right, one did what he felt was necessary; not going against the doc, because it takes years to become a doc wad.....
I painted my kitchen!
left to seek for more fun