There will be tirade of posts coming from me today.

And I mean… really, a lot(if I can squeeze in with more time on hands).

First up, will be loads of pictures I have yet to put up for the longest time. And I mean, a lot. More than Charissa’s first year birthday.

And then, there will be the usual emotional stuff. You have fucking no idea.

And then, there will be about the boys. The sweet boys.  And of course, the bitter bits.

I have been out.. busy dating. Giggles.

And then, out, busy partying.

And then, out, crying.

I then realise, I don’t need cuddles….

… cos shoulders to cry on brought so much more comfort. Or, just a hand to wipe the mascara-stained tears away while telling you everything will be okay.

I am feeling warm and fuzzy.

Very warm and fuzzy.  x 1. x 2. x3.

And then sometimes, I wish the timing could be so much better.

If only.

I left home because I really needed to be out of this rut this evening(or rather, yesterday evening). I woke up late, and the boozy night on New Year’s Eve suddenly became vividly clear to me. It was an immensely miserable feeling, and I just wanted to get out of it.

I took up Uncle Keith’s offer of heading to his auntie’s place for dinner with his Cousin Charlene, though it wasn’t something exactly I would want to do due to my lack of PR skills, but I still went anyway cos I simply needed to get away from some stuff.

I start to wonder how it is to like to have a closely-knitted family.

The 3 of us went to Siglap to meet a friend of Charlene for drinks, and then I got sabotaged to drink a Screwdriver. After 2 sips, I did the unthinkable with Uncle Keith.

-cues dramatic gasps-

I challenged him to a game a pool(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). Throwing in a bimbotic question too. “Are people who are good in snooker good in pool too?”

My questioned garnered rolled eyes, and I got not answer.

I must be crazy. He netted one ball for me, and that was all I netted for the night. Fastest. game. of. pool. I. ever. played.

I sabotaged this guy to play with him before I took the cue over, and the guy walked away while muttering “wah lau eh…” to his friends.

I walked away with exact sentiments as well.

I was going to meet another friend, buttttttttt… FF is on MC today, so we decided to meet for a game of mahjong.

I just finished playing mahjong at 7am in the morning(we started late at 11ish). I put FF(with insistence that she couldn’t go home and sleep) and Keith(with my dagger stares that he cannot game!) through so much agony, though I repaid their sacrifice by losing all my chips to them(and further borrowing more chips when I lost them all).

I have amazing friends.

And I know they were around simply because they knew, I didn’t really want to be alone. Not with so much things up on my mind.

And then, “Daisy” called.

And then, Dad came back.

And then, another call to settle some stuff.

And then, here I am, on the phone again.

I feel like… a comfort woman lah!

I am not going to sleep, cos I am going to have breakfast, and get something done. Something I should have done a long time ago, but never did.

And I am supposed to get something else done today. But I doubt I would be left with any time to do it.

So yeah, I am not going to sleep again today.

And it is no wonder the stress, the haywire bodyclock is doing such amazing things to me right now, by leaving 3 pimples on my face.

And I don’t ever get pimples.

I have only myself to blame, eh?