I couldn’t quite sleep last night, probably due to some PMS-related crankiness.

So, I am extremely tired at this moment, having just returned from town(woe is me! Midnight cab fares are exhorbitant!), too exhausted to be blogging.

Therefore, I shall take a raincheck, and possibly write something kinky tomorrow(*cough* short one), if I have the creative juices flowing.

With my laziness, I shall now continue on with some reading, as I repose on my bed, giving my body some deserved rest.

Besides staying home on Monday, 21st, to blog and finish my read, which I brilliantly did so with flying speed.

I was gobsmacked to find that I had only finished the first of the 12-book series of Left Behind.

I shall say that it got me hooked to the book(gave me chills sometimes too), though I still find the plots and story a tad too thin for my liking.

But the importance isn’t of such.

I had a dream some days back that prompted me to read the book, and Philip had coincidentally urged me to read the book so I could return the book to him soon.

Now, I will continue with my Michael Connelly’s Closers, before I will go on to John Harvey’s Flesh and Blood.

I went to Borders on Wednesday and felt there is an incredible urge to buy these 4 books off the shelves.

I had a great time on Tuesday and Today(Thursday). Perhaps the early half of Wednesday as well.

So it’s no wonder that it would be some SBB-related recap tomorrow, and the same old same old about meeting up different people throughout the week.

He complained I cheated with the previous post, cos I had recycled the post I had written elsewhere.

Lazy, you see.

And yes, if you had played the sound bar, it is my voice you hear. *Shudders* Have no doubt.

I was darn cranky yesterday, I tell you.

It’s pretty odd that the depressive nature only set in after 4am, after an intensive day of activities.

I feel like a neurotic weirdo when SBB called today in the morning just to ask if I had *cough* accidentally or *cough* intentionally hurt myself.

Bleah. It reminded me of the time when Philip had told me that he was afraid to return home one day to find me dead from an overdose or a slashed wrist.

Ah well.

Okay, I have been typing too much here, haven’t I?

Truth is I feel like blogging but I know my body wouldn’t take it well if I continued on.

So I shall leave this post with an interesting sighting at Clarke Quay today when I did a little bit of catching up with a couple of pals.

Can any kind souls please tell me what is thing gigantic.. erm.. thingy doing in the midst of the flamboyant Clarke Quay, which seems so out of place and suggestive?

No, don’t start saying I have a sleazy mind, thus for the sleazy thoughts.

You just gotta see it for yourself.

Gee.

Is this really happening in Singapore?

So, what purpose does it really serve?

Ouch.

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Hello weekend.

Whee!

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Is this the end?

Or will this be a new beginning?

I decided to give it a go, again.

Gee, you mortals will be thinking it is SBB-related right?

No.

Not at all.

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Hey.

After how you came through all these, I really thought it was a shame if you were to give it all up now.

I really wish to help, somehow.