I don’t know where this fatigue came from, but I have not slept earlier than 4am in the past one week.

Yes. Despite my previous post saying how early I should be sleeping, I still didn’t manage to do so.

What I had planned out for the weekend did not materialise, bummer.

And somehow there was some reading routine that was supposed to take place every Monday, but it seems like I have yet to complete it even though it is already Sunday. And it is a FIRST in years.

I am just pretty stoned out most of these days, and would often wake up to ask myself, in utter panic, what hadn’t been done, or more scaringly, what have I done?!

Still it had turned out to be pretty fun-filled weekend. And I feel an obligation to journal them, as I always feel so.

It is funny that throughout the week, there were instances I told myself, “Okay, I will do a short post on that,” and then, before I knew it, I lost track of the blog debts I incurred. Last I counted was, 7, in mere 3 days, and then I lost track.

I can’t remember how I was fighting sleep this morning, upon returning home just before dawn (by the time after showers, I saw the first glimpse of light sneaking in between the curtains), still managed to watch an episode of CSI, and played 2 games of Bejewelled (I believe it was my body adjusting to the usual weekend needs), before I headed to sleep.

I remember how tiring it was. Going to doze off, and then kept awake by the interruptions from nearby. It was kinda annoying. It is a Sunday, and I wish people are considerate enough to consider others’ tiredness, and not be soaked in pure, sheer, selfishness.

But I believe I was really tired that I finally dozed off, awoke to some screaming, and only to find it was dark when I finally opened my eyes.

Gosh, it was almost 8pm already?

Gosh, I am hungry.

Gosh, did I give my virgin french kiss (with a girl) away last night?

BAH!

I remember suddenly being self conscious and just messed up in utter embarrassment.

SHY!

Maybe, I DID need the alcohol.

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The Saturday started innocently enough with plenty of house chores, with me scrubbing the toilet bowl, handwashing some dresses and garments, and putting the whites into the machine.

I don’t know how everything was done pretty soon with the little one following me around the entire noon, and it was then an afternoon of jigsaw puzzles, and Minibean finished this big piece of puzzle all by herself, without any help from Mummy.

I must say I am very, very impressed.

Pat her to put her to nap, before I was woken up in the midst of it, when she sat up and asked “Where is mummy? Mummy go where?” in a panic… when…. I WAS JUST LYING NEXT TO HER! And apparently she wasn’t the only one who didn’t see me on the bed.

Duh. Was I invisible or something?!

It was in the evening when we woke up and got changed to head for a birthday dinner at Alexandra Road.

She happily allowed me to “leash” her, and it was perfect for her age right now as she gets excited and refused to be held on to, especially along pavements.

But she seems to adore “Bobo” enough to carry him and insisted that we should hold on to the leash.

Headed over to Bukit Timah for tea after a filling Japanese Buffet dinner, and discussed the upcoming cruise where the little one couldn’t stop getting excited over a potential elephant ride in Phuket.

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It took a bit of strategizing before I could snuck out for the later part of the night, as she was getting her shower.

Headed out to pick up Siren to pass her some of the goodies I had helped her purchase from a recent sale (more on that later!), and we were supposed to head to Altivo before the birthday called and we scrapped the plans.

We managed to head up to Orchard Central though, and couldn’t find anywhere to coffee.

Ended up at Central Soho, where we had a host, a drunk with nice pants (can’t be said about the underwear, ahem), and a bad sport who refused the forfeit at the end of it. Definitely hilarious. Possibly all rolled into one person.

I must admit the forfeit was kinda evil, but it was all in the good name of fun, and I had a good time laughing, and I am sure the rest did too after I was at the end of a lousy forfeit.

Which was essentially the trigger to a forfeit the chaps couldn’t fulfil.

Hmphf.

A dropped cup of Chivas.

I have nevers. I have never nots. 5.30am.

I have never french kissed a girl.

All drank except me.

And then it became a I have never not.

I had a hand on my left boob.

Giggles.

Okay.

Drinking games are evil.

And I don’t even drink.

They say I am boring company cos I don’t drink.

Nice evening out.

Nice pool, nice jacuzzi, with great city view. I remember the sunbed where I lie down beneath the sky, and remarked to myself how peaceful it felt.

It felt liberated enough to just strip and dive into the pool, which on hindsight, why didn’t I?!

Nothing beats when we gave the drunk a lift home, and dropped him at the feet of his block, I shook him a little to wake him up, to which he responded, “How much?”

I definitely hope he meant the taxi fare, and not thinking he was waking up in some sleazy, cheap hotel 81 room…..