At work today, my common law mahjong hubby, sent me an excel spread sheet.

I promptly ran through the list with unadulterated concentration, and worked on it with undivided focus.

I fulfilled my wifey duties by completing the list.

I especially liked the Emergency kakis list.

I had a good laugh in the office, knowing there is an insane engineer out there, whose absence makes me have runny stools and presence gives me chills.

Maybe, it is time for me to draw up a potential FB list. I look forward to the comment section, definitely.

It is just sad that we know so many druggies in our lives.

Sometimes you do not know whether they are just addicted for all the wrong reasons which they think, or rather, assume, are right.

I am sorry I am cocaine, and she is heroin.

Did we make it that high? Did we let you escape from the reality you can’t face, or don’t want to face? Or it was just the state of ecstasy you couldn’t let go?
Maybe, just maybe, it was the same kick you can’t handle too.

We are one hard habit to break.

Or maybe, we are not, you guys are just sore that we are pushers who are, ironically, pushing business away.

The lack of posts can be blamed for various reasons.

Half-heartedness, or various day-to-day activities that pretty much left me with terrible bouts of migraine and little else. Not forgetting the torturous flow that makes me feel no better than a faulty tap of dense blood.

It all started with a terrible bout of migraine and an extremely dry throat that woke me up early on a Thursday morning, and I could feel the cold sweat making its easy way out of my pores.

The headache was a bitch, and I greeted the day with a frown, and a severe wave of nausea from the heaviness in my head.

Nah-uh, not a good sign.

I had to call in sick for the day, and the moment I walked to the hall, the suffocating heat would cause the throbbing in my head to up its pace.

I even thought I could read a few pages of my book, yet I could barely stand the sight of ant-sized words, and I fell into a deep slumber.

Alas, it was a day of family commitments, and I had to wake in the afternoon, dragging my battered body to the clinic, and then popped the painkiller there and then, as if I was an addict in need of a fix.

I spoke in my most demure voice for most of Thursday, and my whispers were almost inaudible to the strained ears of people I met.

And I have a new Eva Clutch. Glee and happiness is me!

Of course the story of it isn’t all that straight forward, but oh well, I shall make it my last indulgence for.. the next 6 months.

So I felt the pain spreading to my abdomen. It was no surprise where the cold sweating and pain came from. And it was no surprise as I linked the symptoms back to the excessive junkfooding, and the fiery temper that snapped at everyone just the day before.

Ahh…. no wonder. It came early this month!

Oh well. At least I now can blame the ever-expanding girth on water-retention!

***

I looked into the mirror and stared at the mess, which was probably staring back at the same mess, on Friday morning.

Casual Friday! My favourite day of the week

Headed to PC show in the afternoon, and headed for Marina Square for dinner where I bumped into Bernice and couple of her friends.

Went to watch The Happening. Quoting Cruz Teng who had quoted from another quote, “What’s happening? Nothing much, really.”

If there is any subtle deeper meaning to it(if you are watching it, just take note of the background to the nursery owner’s house and such and you get the drift), the presentation certainly didn’t do it any justice. Maybe we were waiting to see more development. Maybe we were anticipating more which wasn’t there.

We headed home after I made a mess of myself cos of the time of the month. I don’t quite remember such mess for a long, long while.

Played a round of 3-legged mahjong at Effy’s while we placed our miniscule bets on Euro matches, and I was heartbroken when my Italia shirt didn’t quite bring the Italians (gorgeous) lads much luck.

Ended the night early cos my stamina was definitely going nowhere.

And thanks to Effy, who lent me enough books to start a library.

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I finished Yakuza Moon pretty swiftly on Saturday night, and it didn’t take me more than a couple of hours.

It wasn’t fantastic though the topic did give insights to a life which intrigues us yet we never quite heard of.

The dramas she been through, was something I would expected many people to go through, even amongst our friends, though perhaps in another form.

The book is overhyped, in my most humble opinion of course. The tattoo is nice though.

On the contrary, Marley and Me, which I sat through in one sitting on Sunday, did leave an impression, making it the 2nd book that has made me cried in recent weeks.

It was a great book. I laughed at the writer’s humour, which is the kind of humour I love to read.

The two books made me put aside Jodi Picoult’s Vanishing Acts, which I am just a quarter through.

That pretty much explains why my desktop is no longer feeling that much luurrrvveveee from me.

Then again, with the obsession with viwawa’s Big2.5….. my desktop is still very much in favour. I shall not say how I am annoyed with HP’s customer service which offered me not much help with my cranky desktop.

So, Saturday’s night, it was one of the easiest times we managed to get 4 people to hug the square table, and enjoyed mahjong till 5am, coupled with the excitement of 2 Euro matches.

It was a great night in/out.

Had dinner out on Sunday before heading home with 2 Barney CDs(the horrors!) and was greeted by an overzealous baby who was just back from her trip to Malaysia, meeting turtles, monkeys and a very nice MP.

Okay, that 3 shouldn’t go hand in hand together, but that pretty much sums up the highlights of her trip.

And oh did I mention she didn’t cry when taking her first jab on Monday?

Tough girl I tell you. Though on 2nd jab she did cry a little before the law of distractions always work.

And doctor says she is underweight.

(!!!!!)

My greedy daughter is underweight!

And my mum should know better now then tell me how she is growing fat and all(she restricts how much milk/food she is taking, claiming her tummy is getting too big, and screams at anyone in utter panic who gives her granddaughter food).

Now I might just have some clues to why I grew up underweight. The result of a mother with paranoia.

My tummy is feeling a little queasy on a Monday morning. Not a good sign.

Definitely, no good.

I got in early today knowing little people will be around.

Strangely, I like it very much this way.