I've spent most of today either on my bed or on the couch, occasionally, being stubborn and extremely bored, dragging myself to my desktop to surf awhile until the pain got the better of me. I noticed my dysmenorrhea is becoming pretty regular this past year or so. Rose tea doesn't seem to work this time around. I hate taking pills (I just can't swallow them) so I stayed off the painkillers and only now, I'm feeling some form of relief. This is partly due to my unhealthy lifestyle and diet, as my doc always tells me, and I should stop smoking and start exercising. That, is exactly what I'm going to do.
I picked this up on my way to the car park after lunch yesterday. I was very much surprised, as I flipped the cover, to find articles bearing titles such as 'Service is a Foreign Country' - of diplomats written by Abdullah Ahmad (former Editor-in-Chief of NST) - and 'Teach Them How to Not Fish' - a piece on tagal system introduced in Sabah for the conservation of freshwater and marine fishes, as well as for the protection of the livelihood of fishermen - which far exceeds my expectation on local magazines.
Not what you would expect when your local mainstream media dishes up almost daily servings of horrific headlines such as 'Goal R-Arsh' in bold, block letters. This was easy. Some take you half a minute to decipher.
Note: 'Goal R-Arsh' (equivalent of Gold Rush), referring to Andrei Arshavin's goals in Arsenal's win over Atletico Madrid.
This is to remind me of the things I love most, that keeps me going through the pain and the tears, the joy and the laughter. This is about the things that I am most passionate about and the memory of every minute that makes the hour.