Oh Well...

I just came back from a nice night out with Zee. However, aside from the great company and food, I'm afraid the good part ends there.
After watching Seven Pounds and reading A Child Called It, I feel utterly terrible. I think I've had enough of depressing things for the day. I cannot believe how someone can be so cruel to her own flesh and blood. I cannot imagine the burden one can carry as a result of sadness and guilt. Our world is filled with such sadness that I really cannot fathom. I think I'm really lucky and sheltered to not be exposed to such tragedies. The images from A Child Called It is haunting me and I really cannot bear to read on for the torture is far too great. I don't know how he managed to survive it if I can't even bear to read on!
I guess on a brighter note, the week was pretty alright. Good and bad I guess. Good because I made a nice new friend, who definitely will make lessons better and, I tried out handball, which I really enjoy! Bad because the work just keeps coming, bad news keeps coming and there are tough decisions to make.
Thank God for the weekend, time to rest up, recharge, think things over and clear work before yet another week of mayhem begins. At least there's next weekend to look forward to! Aside from the holidays, it's gonna be a great Saturday and people coming back.
I hope I survive this week.

MAR