Feeling sick.

It's hip hop tomorrow and I'm kinda sick. I think I have a slight sore throat and my nose is watery. No appetite. Don't feel like talking. Oh well, no excuse not to go for the seminar tomorrow morning and I'll have to work for the rest of the day, unless I go take an MC which is also of no point. I want to maintain a clean record. No MC for the whole year!

Oh well, maybe I'm tired. Haven't fallen sick in a long, long time. I guess no one likes falling sick. I don't like feeling woozy from medication. Most of all, I dislike the vulnerability I feel. Often, when I lay on the bed, barely strong enough to move myself to the kitchen to drink some glucose, Mom would scold me for falling sick. I always felt so tired, weak and uncomfortable that I wanted to cry. So when I fall sick, I always long for some comforting voice or touch.

Like when I was small and my nanny took care of me. I loved her touch. How she would soothe my fears and pat me to sleep. I wish someone would take care of me like she did.

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I watched "Before sunset" today. It was a mad rush. Ran off at 6.10 p.m. to catch a show at Cathay Cineleisure at 6.40 p.m. I think I still love "Before Sunrise" more. Although I now have the answers to questions like what happened 9 years ago, whether they met up and etc., it's like a part of me feels that perhaps, the questions are best left unanswered.