I got smashed on Tuesday evening at Emerald Hill. I won't say specifically at one bar coz I bar hopped throughout the night. But yes,the truth of the fact is,I got smashed.

Then on Wednesday I was at dbl 0 with my team. Met Wei Sheng and my cousin Nic there.

Then I died on Thursday. Couldn't move a muscle. Felt like shit.

Friday was a good day. Met up with Rick at eM Studio for some stand up comedy and then went home at 11.30pm.

So here I am on a Saturday early afternoon typing this entry. Feels like a long time since my last.

Everytime I'm out and on my own,I think about a lot of things. Which is why I always say it's not a very good idea to leave me alone for too long. Coz the things I think about may,in most instances,alter the way I see people or objects around me in a matter of seconds. It's not about being fickle. It's just my mind working at normal speed. It just gets a little faster when I'm alone.

Work's suppose to be slowing down at this time of the year but I'm still working till late most nights. Sigh.

I'm getting hungry.

If you haven't noticed,I'm feeling outta sorts. Not just today but for quite a while now. I really am not sure why though. I guess outta sorts aren't the right words to use. More like,distant. I feel like I'm distancing myself from reality,bit by bit. There's just too much for one to take if we choose to be too intimate with our direct reality.

How do you suppose I'm coping so well with not seeing my boyfriend for weeks on end?

But I'm not saying it's a good thing. Coz once you start,it gets hard to stop and you continue to delve even further into oblivion. Which makes me kinda like the walking dead. Dead in the inside. I can feel myself shrugging my shoulders all too often and rolling my eyes away from objects that I'll usually be really interested in. My voice has taken on a sluggish slur (definitely not something I'm proud of).

I think I've hit the peak of my quarter life crisis.

I just feel damn tired. To put it correctly,I'm exhausted. Utterly exhausted.

The kind of exhaustion that makes me wanna run away and disappear forever. I don't ever wanna be in this exhausted state ever again.

Signing off,
Tolora