And the worries flood in...

5 days have passed since the butchering, yet I still find myself grimacing whenever I lean back on anything. I anticipate that the pain is not going to dissipate even after the maroon line across my back dissolves to a brown scar, but would merely transfer to my right shoulder, the poor thing which has soldiered most of my body weight of 5 consecutive nights.

But its a happy pain. I have been a happy recipient of many demonstrations of love, starting from my family's very considerate ways, Sarah's get-well-soon cupcakes, Chee Seng's ecard, just to name a few. This is a bittersweet experience. The best of its kind.

Ah, getting back into the full swing of work entails a flood of worries. Readings, assignments, revision, tests, projects. My school mailbox has yet to receive any news from the IRO. I can only hope that this selection programme does not go the same way university admission does i.e. rejection letters are decided the earliest, given out the latest.

All this pain calls for a sleeping buddy.