Okay, not that bad, but when I am feeling this needy, it is bad enough for me.

I had quit my job to give myself more adequate rest, but had decided to pull myself together for the 4-day PC Show because I would need that sum of money very much.

So, despite not feeling too good about myself, my body, my health, I decided to grit my teeth for the money that would come in handy over the next few weeks of joblessness.

I finally pulled through the 4 days of fatigue, and I did wonder if it was right for me to take up this job cos I knew I could hardly hold up for it, just because of the moolah.

When it finally ended, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief, and had just wanted to curl up in bed for a good shag sleep.

This show, yes this show, was extremely tiring, for many reasons. So many things learnt, so many people met, so many….. so many.

The good, the bad, and the ugly. Very ugly.

Yes, do expect an extensive post on that.

The first hint to how bad my day would be was when I woke up at 5 plus, with a sharp pain in my throat.

Bad, bad sore throat, which kept me awake for hours.

I dragged my tired self to have dinner with Vamp, Roy, Chrissy and Andre at Carl’s Jr post-show.

As the others made their ways home, I realised I was left in the buzz of a busy Sunday night in town, and clueless which way to head.

I knew I needed a cab, but there wasn’t any.

I was coughing more. I was feeling darn tired, and I knew how many other people would be fighting over the cabs there.

I decided no cabs would stop for me since I was standing at the roadside AFTER the junction to Suntec City.

I walked.

I suddenly felt… alone.

I thought my lungs would eject out of my body soon with the way I was coughing.

I tried to call Dad but the darn phone has no reception around Marina Square area.

I couldn’t call a cab either, then. Then again, I didn’t have enough cash on me, so calling a cab is out of the equation when no ATM was in sight.

Bus, I thought. I struggled to the nearest bus stop… at around half past 10, after a full meal of Carl’s Jr, hoping for the best.

As I walked along the pavement, my legs wobbled, buckled, and gave way.

I dropped limply onto the pavement. My 4 days of standing had numbed my muscles.

I broke my fall with my palm and a knee, and it was a sight of me falling down in a short skirt, just before I reached the bus stop.

A bus stop with people in it.

I was too tired to react, and was glad my fall wasn’t a hard one. I just felt like crying. I swore I could have just sat there and bawled if I had dropped to the floor fully.

The bus stop had no bus for me.

I stood by the roadside, my mind in a blank. I was too tired to think. My head thumping from the excess coughing, and sharp pain in my throat.

It was almost a miracle when a cab stopped for me, and I boarded it.

Oh man. Thank God.

My body felt as if it was falling apart.

Just when I thought it was bad, my nose started dripping and I could hardly breathe after my shower.

My cough became worse.

So bad that, I saw my undigested Carl’s Jr meal in the sink with 15 minutes of barfing.

I don’t remember ever puking my food out for years….. and that was bad.

Just when I thought I had finished. I doubled over the sink and threw up more of the food I had that evening.

Then I thought I was done. I walked to the other bathroom to get a towel, and felt the unmistakenable urge to the throat.

I kneeled right next to the toilet bowl and continued my horrid night of vomitting, tasting something sour, something sweet(I think it was the lemon tea) along the way. Must be the cheese fries or something too.

No fun. Definitely no fun.

I shouldn’t be puking.

And now, a full swing, well-deserved break I am going to give myself.

If you would now excuse me, my porcelain goddess is awaiting for its supper of Carl’s Jr.

I am so needy and in need of a good cuddle and a long sulking session.

SBB, if you would just hurry, I need my sayang session guava juice.