Spent the day in bed drifting in and out of sleep and trying to will the migraine away. Too much fun under the sun I think. Came home from ECP yesterday with fizzy vision (my usual prodromal symptom), and could barely manage my bath and an email to YC before heading for bed. Woke up in the wee hours, quite unable to bear the pain ,and very tempted to reach out for some painkillers. Not good to rely too much on them. Decided to sleep it away instead. Slept, woken up by nightmare, slept, woken up by nightmare, smsed YM to tell her I can't make it for badminton session, slept. And it was 5 pm when I finally got up. Read Robbins for the next hour before scooting out for tuition after dinner.
Everyone's somewhere else. YC's in Taiwan, HT's in Europe, ZY's in Nepal and Mr M's heading for Vietnam. My MSN list looks so empty; these days I don't even bother logging on. Daddy's too busy to obtain leave this month, so not even a short trip to Malaysia. =/ And now I'm sounding like some spoilt little kid.
I'm bored and weary and my head keeps hurting. And I really want a trip abroad because:
1. There is so so much to do in whatever little there is of a lifetime. Different cultures to experience, greater wonders to marvel over, more people to meet and immense knowledge to gain. I don't want to lie on my deathbed regretting not seeing enough of this world. The exact reason I hate being limited by anything other than will.
2. I feel stifled here. Everything's rigid and organised and uncreative and so.. out of a template. I keep getting lost in HDB estates where each building looks the exact replica of another. I miss the beautiful giant adverts shouting out from building walls and buskers lining the streets. In S'pore, vibrance and enthusiasm is somewhat muted. I feel zombiefied. Need a break to somewhere more dynamic to freshen up abit.
=( Everyone's too busy to bother about me. I feel so unloved.