Born to be mild

Haven't been sleeping well lately. And Waking up at ungodly hour makes me sick. Argh. I need ample rest! Guess my colleagues must have felt the sharper edge of my tongue when my tiredness started acting up on me since I just got a lecture from Mok.

Been trying hard to ignore any unhappiness by engaging myself in activities and keeping the mind occupied. Still, I have yet to prevent myself from being sporadically thrown into pensive sadness which even the stimulating atmosphere clubbing around can't even dispel. I admit I'm weak.

The major weakness of a woman is her emotion. I'd always believed that I was stronger but only to realise that I'm just one of the weakest, after turning on my thoughts every night before drifting off. I learnt that the vulnerability came from my inability to protect myself from abuses. As I’ve mentioned earlier on, there’s a fine line between deference and servile complaisance. I was conversant of my stupidity right from the start but was too reluctant to acknowledge, and what more retaliate. Love attributes to stupidity. Hmmm…

Whither is thy beloved gone? I’m hopeless. Mild or meek? I cannot quite differentiate.

Miss Eve