Stepping Stone.

so fucking glad that the stupid medical check-up is over. now i'm like free from a compulsory needle poking session, i hope i would never have to go through something like that again. it was pain, not very-pain, sharp pain, bearable pain, make me want to cry pain, make me want to scream kinda pain, i just cant describe how the pain actually felt. and my wish didn't come true la, so many freaking people around and if i scream, confirm dam paiseh. and hot girl my ass, knn, the whole place all guys, got this old uncle poking people some more, lucky i never kena. huiwen and cb dam poor thing, kena old man and huiwen got traumatized because to distract huiwen, the old man ask him whether he like hairy or not hairy girls. like wtf. 

if only all pains were this bearable, this temporary. if only pride could stand in the way, and make you lie that it doesn't hurt at all. and only if all wounds are micro-sized. 

life sucks, because you cannot bear all kinds of pain, you cannot hold your tears. you will cry as and when you want, you cannot stop thinking about the things that upset you. and you'll never know how deep someone has cut you, and you never know when the wound would ever heal. you can never put a plaster over it and make yourself feel better. and even if you find something to make you feel better, you'll only realize that you're cheating yourself at the end of the day. 

i'm still very proud of myself that i didn't scream, didn't cry going for the fucking blood withdrawal shit. but my blood makes me feel faint and lucky i never faint. 

but i'm not so proud that i cant be a superman that withstands all pain. 

its yet another day, without you.