Half a week like that. GONE.

I don’t know howwhatwhenwhywho, this week like so concentrated that it can fit into Dynamo’s half bottle cap.

So. I didn’t manage to blog, or tweet much, but trust me, much things can be written about Monday. And Tuesday. And then Wednesday, but I am so overloaded that I can’t remember any of them.

Okay, fine, I remember I just too tired to remember.

And the aches all over just show that I am getting real old and unfit (hey, I found MY chin up bar from 13 or 14 years ago last night and you cannot imagine the sheer joy of it all), and yet the fatigue of these days make the aches just ignorable.

Blueblacks. Okay, stockings with dress then.

There were many not so pleasant things, but thankfully got other pleasant people whom I can rely on to make me feel all mushymushyemo grateful.

Like seriously lah! If people screw up my day, then it is just great that there are many wonderfooooooooool people out there to bring me to the other end of the spectrum.

Weekend gone. Many episodes of CSIs.

Poledancing. Slipped down cartoonly. More blueblacks. Alan Bok met me earlier and we chatted. Nice. Escorted to the class. Took a long walk. Got rude people. Such rudeness and aggressiveness and blatant lack of respect turns me off. Got parents teach also like that. No need show kindness anymore. Such a cold Monday that I was shivering in open air places and probably chilled all the cells within me to death. I was hoping supper will make it better, though it provided temporary solace of warmth, I found myself quickly bracing for the cold cos I could find myself chattering from within.

Event Day -1. Domino effect of shitty things. Bad day. Felt utter failurish and boohoohooo at work. NEEDS. TO. RELAX. Facial (explains the red marks) and zappety zap zap. Clarke Quay in the drizzle. Company of funny chaps. Got progressively better. I am strong like gorilla. We look 23?  A thoughtfully wrapped steak. Talks of what they DID in China. Of what they can do in UK in March. He said he getting married, she said congrats, I said condolences. Probably no decent men. No hiring females. No kiss and tell. Probably wouldn’t take us seriously. But great honesty. Openness that leads to easy conversations. Ting likes.

Event came. More on that separately.

Hokay.

I need to get home early tonight. BEFORE midnight please.

I need to sleep early tonight. BEFORE 4am for once this week.

I need to do some blogging tonight.

I need to just get home, have a shower, throw myself onto bed and spread my arms and legs out and just let the aches overwhelm me as I hug my chowchow and yet I get too lazy and have no need to do anything about it.