I haven’t been in my social-butterfly mode for the past couple of days, and I had very much wanted to stay home with a book.

But I didn’t, which is why the lack of updates cos I have been out.

I am so happy when I received E-cards from overseas friends such as Coen, Andrea and Giuseppe.

The most amazing thing of all is, Li Si, one of my classmates during UK days, whom I was thinking a lot of last week when I was digging through my old pictures, had emailed me out of the blue, and we had established contact once again.

6 and half years since we last contacted each other.

And some very sweet people have emailed me their well wishes.

Thanks, Esther.

And the countless MSN windows that popped up whilst I was away.

And the sweet thoughts of those who are closest to me.

I shall not mention how I had left some Christmas shopping till post Christmas, cos the insane sale going on is much more attractive to a very broke person like me.

I wish the clinic is offering some form of discount, too.

I had been feeling pukish since 3 days ago, and I just had a sour surge of puke ejecting out of my throat which took me by surprise.

I shall not mention how in my state of shock, it went back down again.

It sucks. Yucks.

I shall now head to the clinic, if it’s still open.

No, the toilet bowl shall beckon first.

I really need to puke.