Grandparents, Panda Eyes and Bitten Lips

Woke up 15 minutes later today... as yet again I'm totally exhausted. Every week I would find myself getting drained as the week progresses from Mondays to Fridays.

Stayed and OT in the office last night til about 10+. Frankly it is not the latest I've worked but of cos, nobody likes working OT... unless they are workaholics. I don't want to be one and I hope I don't end up as one (because there is no personal life for workaholics). But sometimes I wonder if I'm slowly turning into one.

Couldn't sleep the night before and ended up flipping around in bed for 2 hours. Got up to go to the restroom and saw my mum was not asleep either. She told me that grandmother was in hospital again, and this time it did not sound too good. The doctor said her internal organs were "inflammed" and it seemed that she would not last any longer than a week. Initially I went speechless and didn't know what to say to my mum. A thought came to my mind that I hope, what is happening to my mum now would not happen to me in future. =( I imagined and put myself in her shoes too much that sometimes such thoughts only scare myself to the extreme.

In the end, I wept myself to sleep thinking about all the bad things that could happen. Even though I've experienced the loss of a loved one 12 years ago, I guess nothing can still prepare me if the worst happens. And then I started thinking about my other grandmother living with me. We've lived together under the same roof for 20 years now, I don't know what will happen if I actually lost her. Eventually I tried to stop myself from the tears and said some prayers to higher beings and my dad to help protect my family, especially my grandmothers.

Last night was another extremely late night til about 2+am for me. But I'll explain the reason on another post. This post is supposed to be about my grandparents (oh yah, both grandfathers passed on way earlier than my grandmothers. Guess it is a proven scientific fact that women do have longer lifespans than their male counterparts.), my panda eyes (self-explanatory why I'm having that) and my bitten lips (moving on to that in a jiffy!)....

I bit my lips about 5 to 6 times this morning while eating that tough bak kwa with bread =.= (I hate bak kwa, why do others like it so much and assume that I like it too?) The first few times were like ouch, then later on, I was thoroughly pissed and irritated. Now my lips are sore and swollen, and I don't wanna get an ulcer at that spot. Not when I have to be standing around, talking to customers for the next 2 days at the sales fair.

Mood: sad, moody, irritable