Starry, starry night

When the skies are blue and gray..

Can't believe it. At 2.50am on a Sunday night, no Monday morning, I am wide awake. So going to be zombieish at work tomorrow. Thank Lord it's only planning, and the manager is on leave. Nevermind that I am the tic and should be putting in more effort than usual. Gak!

The muscles in my calves were protesting this afternoon - that's what happens when you do not exercise for 11 months - when I slipped on my two-inch heels and sauntered out of the house. Caught the bus to Parkway Parade just to get my bikini. Woot! White with blue flower prints from Arena, best thing was it's on 40% discount. LT made a sour face when I tried it on 'cause she bought hers (the same one, except with red flower prints) at 70 bugs just two three months ago.

Just my luck :P

Took bus 36 to get to Far East. Big mistake. I was on that stoopid bus for a frigging' one hour. And was running 45 mins late. Hot damn. You know how I despise being unpunctual. Bought two belts and a scarf. Seen like three dozens of bags but liked none of them. Got bored and we decided to bail out of that place. Took the train to YCK where good ol' Joyce picked us up.

Joyce, thanks so much for the wonderful night. For offering us moonlight swim at your condo and a shower afterwards. For driving us to Jalan Kayu where I had my first mamak in Singapore. We enjoyed the food and company so much, we didn't realise it was midnight already. And lastly, for being my cabbie home.

*Muaxxx

I'm exhausted. From jogging and shopping and swimming and talking. Yet, sleep is avoiding me like plague. Must be the damned teh tarik. Caffeine screws up my system. Makes it go into overdrive and I end up like an hyperactive idiot who can't shut up or sit down. Worse, I have to take more caffeine tomorrow morning just to keep me going during work. It's like snowball effect: the shit accumulates each day 'til one day you can't take it anymore and everything goes downhill.

Damn fun.

Money does buy happiness. To some extent.

Crap. If I can't fall asleep soon, I'm going to start doing my laundry. At 3.23am the clock reads. Freak.