heavy notes of alcohol. First it was in attendance to Lizzie's
birthday celebration at her place. To be honest, I made my way
there, even after working like an animal back at the hospital, only
because I havent had dinner.
Obviously I chose food over rest.
Hearing of my aching back and tired feet, A came to pick me up.
Im not even sure if he regretted because I could only remember
him saying I smelled like a drunk.
Then I met XJ, SW and Lo midweek for dinner and martinis at
Alley Bar. As the martinis were going at 1 for 1, all of us drank
up to the world's misery, sorrows and loneliness. Again, A came
to pick me up, only this time, he could still smell my perfume.
I am probably most in need of a detox regiment, can't eat well.
Can sleep really well. =p
Back to my trivial musings on life.
I'm home with a 2day medical leave due to an irritating eye
infection. I dont even want to talk about it because thinking back
to what happened, I only owed it to myself for being ever so
gullible.
On a much happier note, E for Evon is back!
We met up on Monday (no picture tho, I reckon I was so excited
I forgot to capture them in digitals) with loads of catching up done.
Anyhow, Im just glad she's back without a scratch after being held
captive (okay, that was just an exaggeration) in Bhutan. But after
hearing her story, you cannot deny it was almost like a win or die
situation. Craving for local dishes, we ended up at Newton for
dinner with A and Xindu. Then to Mosque St for some drinks. The
one person I never thought to see was Shannon. Apparently, he's
a regular there. No wonder he's put on quite some weight, must
be all that beer 24/7.