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Monday, May 07, 2007

okay, so my ligament is torn and my bones are hurting cos they banged together when i twisted the ankle. the bruises are a ghastly purple and the swell has not gone down since. these are all the signs. that it's time to rest and yet i can't.

it's tiring to even walk a short distance. tiring to climb up and down stairs. tiring to go to the toilet and back. it's just way too tiring to even try to be strong anymore. =( it makes me wish for a moment that i could just sit in a wheelchair and be pushed around. and i know it's not only tiring for me, i'm making it tiring for others as well who try to care.

i received a message from a friend asking me what is love? my answer was that love is about giving even when you're tired. it is wanting to give thought it may tire you cos it makes you happier than ever to see the other party happy.

love for a person, a thing, a sport is all the same. take floorball for example. even when i'm tired, i still don't mind going for training. it makes me even more exhausted at the end of the day, yet i feel fulfilled and happy. yet we must all know when to stop. when all the exhaustion would turn passion into dread and then we slowly forget what we loved, how we loved and why we should love.

no more floorball for me for now till june, jaime has declared that. =( maybe it's not a bad thing after all. sigh. these few days have been such a rough time. such a tough time. even sleeping becomes irregular. even my blogging sounds weird today. arghs. i give up.

goodnight.

you've given me more than what i've even dared to dream of.
thankyou.
-cheryl
11:39 PM





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