A long day ahead

Wasted one a half hours blog-surfing this morning in a momentary shot of voyeurism. I feel like I'm living vicariously through all these other exciting people with exciting lives. People I used to know, people I know now, people I don't know although the effect's slightly different because when you don't know the person, you can't go, "Wahey! I know this cool person from pri/sec school/jc!" and by the six-degrees principle, be a little closer to what's going on. Hah. Sad, yes I know.

Sigh. Mum and Dad are so sweet. Yesterday, I came home and cried. Mum noticed there was something wrong, so she came into my room and tried to coax it out of me. In between silent sobs, teary nods and a lot of mucus, the general message was conveyed. I kinda told her it was about school. In a way, it is. She kept stroking my head, talking to me, praying over me and it felt so reassuring and safe, even though I can't exactly remember what she'd said. So now, there's a little altar in my room, complete with tealight on a pretty stand, just to tell me that it's ok. As for Dad, well, dad cleaned out my fish tank finally after many many weeks. That's his language of love.

I have a difficult assignment ahead of me, due tomorrow, that I must conquer. I must!