Hell

I hope I spelled hell correctly since I may not know the letters but I am familiar with the feeling. Spent last weekend doing nothing just major chores, no TV and my hubby conveniently fell sick. My life revolved around the apartment and the three rooms inside. Then it rained.

I succumbed to stress. Ambivalent with anger, loneliness, unhapiness, restlesness all mixed together, the negativity crept in. The victim - my husband. He came in handy since he was immobile with his gout fever .

Everything has been twirling inside my head I couldn't even manage to fall asleep naturally. Hellish thus the feeling. This morning, awoken at 4++ in the morning, I rummaged through my self-help books. It has come back!

Post mortem

Anybody dares to wink? The changes that Malaysians have been going through are unbelievable. The alternative lines are in charged of managing most of our lives now. Not so much of a problem to me, but I'm tired of listening to whinning.

My Baktisiswa to Kg. Masjid Bangi was cancelled due to some political instability. Politics and the people involved are never right in the equilibirium of thinking. We are (I am - don't know about students!) so frustrated and tired since things were already prepared. Went there and had a two-hour English session on my own.

Since the plan never materialized, we had to compensate by having a total workout on gotong royong at Bukit Ekspo. It wasn't a field day to us, some of us scrape off maggots rubbish. It was yukky alright but my group played it cool. At the end of the day we finished the task first and went back earlier - so it's nap time.