it’s the start of the marking season. sitting here, i can feel every part of me shut down…my limbs sleeping off midway in the afternoon. i have been really tired and lately, i find that there is only thismuch we can say with words — which explains my need for rest.

i’m tired of parenting (kids). tired of always giving so much of myself in the day in school. i’m tired from eyeliner on the eyes last night (christinajoychua) and i’m tired of not being able to spend any time with the people i would want to- if only for a meal or movie or doing anything mundane and ordinary.

and yet, i know, the sky is the limit. in about six to seven minutes, i will feel better because i’m going to have a good lunch. that despite everything, i am too stubborn to sink. that i have been lately thinking of running and escaping just proves that it’s time for a holiday again. still i wish situations could be changed…i wish i wish i wish. and at the end of this whole sequence of thoughts, i realise there are so many things i want (coherent or incoherent thoughts) that i never ever allow myself to do/have/say.

so it’s time to do something. it’s time to go somewhere, find a patch of grass, and get some icecream.