axe.
Exhuasted. The weekend seems to have flew past, and I feel as if I'm still stuck somewhere on the Friday before the weekend.
I went for my cousin's wedding ceremony in church and the wedding dinner on Saturday. There's something to be said about weddings; they never fail to touch me. When I attend such stuff, I get all teary-eyed and soft-hearted and I keep thinking of how romantic weddings are and how touching and sad some speeches can be. Weddings always touch my heart; I think they touch the deepest part of me that I keep buried, that part that longs for romanticism and stability with my partner, whoever that may be. I guess its the desire to build up a home for myself and my partner.
More on weddings when I'm not as busy and have more free time on my hands.
On a more serious note, my father got admitted into hospital this morning. It was scary, he had all the symptoms of an impending heart attack, and he still refused to see a doctor in the morning until I kept persuading him and he couldn't take the headache and giddiness excessive perspiration and stomach problem, then he saw the clinic doctor. By then even the doctor was alarmed and told us to rush him down to the hospital. I never drove that fast in my whole life before; I sped all the way to the hospital, until my parents had to ask me to slow down.
So, the whole of today, for me, was spent driving my sis and my mom up and down, and doing the housework at home that my dad would normally do. (Which included vacuuming the whole upstairs and downstairs of the house, mopping the floor, cleaning the furniture, washing the corridor outside, and washing the toilet.) Then I had to drive my younger sis for tuition and back, pick my mom up from the hospital to get some clothes and bathe, then back to the hospital to accompany my dad, until now.
I guess that's what's making me very exhuasted. It's not even 12am and I'm sleepy and exhuasted out of my mind already.
Long day tomorrow again. School, then to the hospital. Things will be alright, I know so. I'm so positive!
I went for my cousin's wedding ceremony in church and the wedding dinner on Saturday. There's something to be said about weddings; they never fail to touch me. When I attend such stuff, I get all teary-eyed and soft-hearted and I keep thinking of how romantic weddings are and how touching and sad some speeches can be. Weddings always touch my heart; I think they touch the deepest part of me that I keep buried, that part that longs for romanticism and stability with my partner, whoever that may be. I guess its the desire to build up a home for myself and my partner.
More on weddings when I'm not as busy and have more free time on my hands.
On a more serious note, my father got admitted into hospital this morning. It was scary, he had all the symptoms of an impending heart attack, and he still refused to see a doctor in the morning until I kept persuading him and he couldn't take the headache and giddiness excessive perspiration and stomach problem, then he saw the clinic doctor. By then even the doctor was alarmed and told us to rush him down to the hospital. I never drove that fast in my whole life before; I sped all the way to the hospital, until my parents had to ask me to slow down.
So, the whole of today, for me, was spent driving my sis and my mom up and down, and doing the housework at home that my dad would normally do. (Which included vacuuming the whole upstairs and downstairs of the house, mopping the floor, cleaning the furniture, washing the corridor outside, and washing the toilet.) Then I had to drive my younger sis for tuition and back, pick my mom up from the hospital to get some clothes and bathe, then back to the hospital to accompany my dad, until now.
I guess that's what's making me very exhuasted. It's not even 12am and I'm sleepy and exhuasted out of my mind already.
Long day tomorrow again. School, then to the hospital. Things will be alright, I know so. I'm so positive!
posted by slantedvision at 11:47 PM
3 Comments:
wish u well shant dad
many thanks
wow... my dad was sick too at that time. that's crazy. he's okay now though. he was rushed too. i hope your dad's doing well.
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