pms

Yes, yours truly is pms-ing. =(

Read the newspapers this morning and the section about the dragon-boaters is so heart-wrenching that I nearly cried. How unpredictable and vulnerable life can be. Really grateful that all my loved ones are safe and sound.

Sometimes, I feel that I'm like a jigsaw puzzle piece that doesn't fit in the office. Starting to feel frustrated again about the "what to wear" issue again. Maybe it's pms. Felt really bad to vent my frustrations on someone, out of the blue. I can't stand myself sometimes. The unstability of my emotions, the unpredictability of my moods (yes, obvious symptoms of mood swing).

I miss my family. After a day of hard work and return home to find the house empty and quiet does not feel good at all. Sitting at my reception counter, wishing for someone to talk and crap to does not feel good either. I could have talked to my dad, but his unpredictability scares me.

Finally finished reading Don't Tell Mummy a few nights ago. It made me question myself if I am really a cut out to be a counsellor/psychologist. No doubt, the job can be cruel sometimes. Toni was rape on many occasions by his birth father since she was 6 until at the age of 14, when she got pregnant. It happened in Ireland where most of the population are Catholics, and they disapprove abortion. After the abortion, she was rejected by her community because people thought that by keeping quiet about the incident all these years made her guilty as well.

So under all these stress, she attempted suicide and was sent for counselling. The psychologist kept insisting her to answer this cruel question, "Have you ever enjoyed the sexual pleasure with your father?".

Half of me know that the question was essential to a certain extent to help her. Half of me felt so sad for Toni. Omg..

Okie, lunch time is almost over.