September 28, 2004
I'm now paying for yesterday's exertions. The walk to Kien's place was unbearable to begin with and it was made worse with constant contractions in my thigh muscles. To top it off, it began to rain and there I was, trapped in the cold rain, my muscles readily twitching and contracting whilst I was desperately trying to reach the other side of a busy highway. When I did reach the doors where Kien was waiting, I muttered a silent prayer of thanks that I made it there in one piece. Quite a simple 10 minute walk made treacherous by a severe handicap.
Rain fell today like it hadn't been raining for 10 years. I pulled the curtains apart at 9am only to find the sky covered in a grey canopy. Dreary if you ask me. Somehow, I managed to get down to doing some readings and finishing up holiday assignments before I started to chill out in the afternoon. Days like these get me melancholic and contemplative and my mind started to drift and wander.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy. It does not boast. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered. It keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. - 1 Corinthians 13:3-7
How's that for a perfect picture of the perfect love? Wow. If only I could love someone like this. But of course, I am only human. Then again, I can try, can't I?
Traveller fell apart at 11:04 PM