Had my fair share of highs over the weekend.

Yet, the bleakness that looms just tipped the scales and is hard to make up for.

Feeling a tad ‘dark’ and bleak, and thus, not much mood to blog.

Suicidal? Perhaps. No, not that kind you’re thinking.

Actual act? Definitely a no-no.

I am not depressed, yet I say again. Am not.

I am numbed.

Emotionless.

Void.

Isn’t it great news that I haven’t bawl at all for the whole of 2005.

I mean the kind of sob fest that would rip your hearts and lungs out.

I don’t know if it’s a good thing.

I want to, but my pride cruelly refused myself the rights to do so.

Anyway, my new read is claiming its effects over me. My first, Jeffery Archer book.

Good news is I am back in Singapore after making a trip to the immigration office. With the updated system, some stuffs were set right, and they allowed me to stay on.

Hopefully I would cheer up a little when I return tonight.

For now, I shall conquer Johor with Janice.

Maybe I just need a dose of lunch to perk me up.

Maybe, nothing ever would.

Typical Piscean speaking in da house.

Whee. I am okay.