the four right chords can make me cry

i dislike orchard road on so many levels. but orchard road on a saturday afternoon during the holiday season is just unbearable. still, i braved the madding crowd* do so some gift shopping. it was terrible. i didn't find anything special but was forced to settle for less. and i was so drained by the whole experience. i just felt the life go out of me.

i tried to recover by lying on my bed and staring at the ceiling. but the construction work next door, and the tv blasting upstairs denied me my silence.

no, its not escapism.

the nest was promising, but it could have been so much better. coming in straight after exams probably wasn't a very good idea. my sleep cycle has been MAJORLY screwed up this time around, what with staying at pgp and sleeping at 3am and waking up at 11am, and not to mention the naps whenever i happened to fall asleep. but i didn't realise how exhausted my body was till i got there and i could hear it screaming for sleep.

and it didn't help to have other things to do breathing down your neck. rushed over to school to fill in my timesheet for november, rushed down to the BSL meeting, rushed down to pgp to put the bedsheets back, rushed down to bugis for dinner with the girls. i was late for everything. and i hate being late.

still, girl's night out was fabulous. aahaan thay aroy at first thai and the most decadent chocolate at Max Brenner's. till now, i have not had the privilege of having a gang of girl friends to go out with, who like the same things i like, who understand me with minimal explanation, who are such great company and excellent conversationalists. thanks for all the laughter, griping, and top secret information sharing. haha =)

i'm so blessed you know?

the busyness doesnt stop here. i haven't packed for anntic. i haven't finished preparing for leading the bible studies. not much time tomorrow with church and tuition in the mix. so much for keeping the Sabbath.

*Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife
Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;
Along the cool sequester'd vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

posted by beckyboo @ 6:17 PM