I know you probably have lots of them at this point. I am sorry I am not able to be there to answer them. I am sorry you think this way of me. I am sorry that I might be too stubborn.

I am not sure how I go through this routine everyday anymore.

I think I am happy this way. But am I truly? Every morning starts with heavy talks, and I am tired of ending every night with the same heaviness in my chest.

I am lucky I still have my cough medications to induce sleep.

I don’t know.

I am busy. I am darn freaked out by the deadlines and the ping-pong of decisions.

And uh, let’s see how long my adrenaline lasts me.

Did I mention a colleague asked if I am a blogger? Simply because he hears my furious typing everyday and he deduces that my fast typing must be because I am a blogger.

Oh no. I can’t bitch anymore.

Hurhur.

Not that I have the time and chance to anyway. It is weekend and I am actually just happy I am in jeans and glasses.

I haven’t been able to wear lens since my eye was swollen. It looks okay but it still tears painfully this morning.

I have a new tagline I always use. Sibei sian.

I need mahjong therapy tonight.