Its been 7 days since I got poisoned - yes, by a darn sea insect that rendered me home-ridden and almost depressive for an entire week. It was last Sunday that I went blading along East Coast Park and received the venomous bite. By night, I had developed painful swollen mounds and came down with high fever. On Monday morning, it was apparent that I had to take the week off from work.

Until now, the swellings have not fully subsided. Its so ugly. And yes I have cried over it.

Murphy is always hard at work when you least would like her to. During my absence from work, many events 'co-incidentally' took place in the office. I blatantly call it politics. The devil was smart to strike when I was away, a.k.a when my defences were off guard. After all, its a race up the ladder and only the fittest will survive. I can only blame the disgusting stupid insect that bit me. Is it unfair for me to generalize that people are all driven by money, power and fame? I feel that I'm in an endless game of Survivor. The whole epitome of corporate life: Outwit, Outplay, Outlast.

Nonetheless, I was once again overwhelmed by the love of people who care for me. My mummy, my granny, friends' messages, colleagues' emails and overseas calls made me feel so much better. I've had time to do a lot of thinking things through as well. And where many call me a pessimist, I think I'm just unafraid to show my fears. I've come to the point to just take everything in... hoping for the best yet preparing for the worst. What is seemingly important could all just melt away in the midst of God's peace and omnipresence. I went back to reading my bible, and it was good.

This morning, I visited my grandpa's tombstone again. He would be 82 years old on Thursday if he was still alive. It doesn't take much to bring me to tears when I recall his affection and amiability.

Its back to work for me again tomorrow and I'll have some serious fire-fighting to do. But I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning to sail my ship.