wasn't planning to write until i feel better. but a series of non-texts wilted my spirits. or let's see, i miss my strength. i want to be in the place where i'm not losing weight, or i can at least go to the living room where i'm not feeling dizzy.
there may be some nice people in this world, a few of them even belongs in the diaspora, but it's still cutthroat competition for the right kind of trophies. i hate trophy talk, those bordering on meanness especially when you've been nothing but kind and helpful.
nonetheless, after all the sickness and headaches, i'm no longer in the dark about whom to reveal the bits and bobs in the clean utility room. some are only friendly when you bring some pao's from the oriental store.
