Monday, September 11

i was just telling bird it's 9/11 today. i didn't even realise until i scribbled down the date on my lecture notes just as the professor was about to begin. i remember at our usual 6.30am breakfast on 9/12/01 (US style. hey, coincidentally my bday UK style), inny was distraught about it the morning of our prelims. i was clueless about what had conspired while in my bed. it's been 5 years since.

last night wasn't a nice night.
school's causing my emotions to head off on a roller coaster ride on their own accord, very much without my permission. they veer from anything to everything. and @ pharmaco today, as he was going through the symptoms of depression, i mentally ticked off very single one as i thought about last night. good grief. bird's right: i (we) need God's grace. to keep our focus on the bigger picture i.e. him.
and thank God for friends too.
bird knew exactly what i was going through and that in itself was a comfort. yelling 'i love you!'s, albeit across MSN, helps one remember we're not alone.
sam couldn't do much, but he said he could pray + talk + buy food for me. it was an awfully sweet thing to say, but i had to tell him i was already getting fat from sitting on my arse 24/7.

and that's the way the cookie crumbles, folks.