I'll be your Paparazzi

Monday, October 06, 2008

Circling in these patterns.
Friday,
After dinner, i had piles of dishes and pots to scrub and on the other hand i only have 15 minutes to prepare for the night out. Cedrik came to pick me up and head down to Dblo to meet Priscilla. Calvin came along after midnight, a jug of booze on his tab and i couldn't take any shots no more. I have an alcoholic cousin, boy had he grown up after what the military had done to him.

Saturday,
Hangover from the night, couldn't make it to work. Some issues came up, serious issues. I could only vent it on walls and tear the eardrums, then the submissiveness comes in. Who would even imagine that i would resort to that? Whether or not this is a wise decision, but i think it's all planned someway somehow. And sometimes, just a flare up can change the affected party.
MOS was having their last night before closing for renovation, word of mouth is sure a strong tool. By 2am, i was close to soaking myself in perspiration. See you again Ministry of Sound.

Sunday,
Late brunch at Kalai's house, my all time favourite Indian cuisine. From then on, i was bloated and it never gave way, i swear i looked like i was pregnant, or maybe i am? Started from scratch, flour, butter and spices, ready to hands on for Muruku. Initially, i had plans on shopping but the process took us 4hours or so, hands sore from the pressing, legs aching from the standing and faces were producing enough oil to fry an egg. Major worn out.

At the same time, i'm falling sick after the cooking affair, i'm gonna have to pile up those tissues and suck tablets.

Monday,
An hour late from the time i planned to wake up, showered and throw in the soup and fishballs into my mouth in just 5 minutes before leaving for work. My throat was not well lubricated, every drop of saliva that goes into it just felt like scraping through sandpaper.
Work, head down to Club 21 to tender some documents before i start unpacking the boxes at the basement. Sales were not bad, for me at least.
Now i'm back to blowing into more tissues and almost gasping for breath as my chest starts feeling compressed.


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