Blogging this after a night out with the gals. Elison came back this week and we managed to catch each other over dinner @ Timbre, thanks to joan who originally wanted to catch some Mexican-band-of-sorts (even the owner couldn't pronounce the band name) play live.

Was at first a bit miffed when I was told I am way too skinny and need to get my weight back etc (still trying to get used to it). It started to disturb me when these following people starts talking about it as if I'm an anorexic girl:

1) This takes the cake man. The coffeeshop auntie near my school started rambling about how much weight I've lost and that it must be due to pressure. Gave me a mini talk on how using the brains for work would be more draining than the manual work she was doing, so I better take care and pump up on the tonics. She's a sweet lady, but the audience she wasaddressing that day seemed to be the entire lunch-time crowd at the coffeeshop besides me.

2) Elison. A good gauge I suppose at how much I've lost since she hasn't seen me in months. Still...and she did a physical probe. She actually poked my collar bones and felt the bones beneath. Experiment done and null hypothesis proven true: I AM SKINNY.

3) The gals. Comments started pouring in about the need to take tonics, what to eat, etc. I love them...

What made it worse was the fact that I felt faint on my way to the washroom. Hmm, faint is an understatement. My ears were totally blocked and my vision was pixelated. The ground was shaking and I couldn't stand straight up. This, I know, was not the usual 'high' due to the beer. It came in waves. After resting on the steps next to the washroom with Deb, it was much better, till I managed to get out of the restaurant, when the next wave hit. I had to take another breather on the kerb at the carpark. The following mini one hit while I was waiting for the cab. Speculations about the cause of my condition arose and it was interesting to hear the conflicting schools of thought.

Thankfully, I didn't stumble out of the cab, presumably having sat down throught out the journey really helped put bearings back in my head. Even managed to cook instant noodles to quell the rumbling tummy, while I surfed for a medical reason. This is indeed a great site, complete with 3D imaging of the human body and you get to check and click the parts of the body affected etc. Incredible! Anyway, 20 conditions came up in my search. One of them is anaemia, which is term I recognised, besides ear infection and allergic reaction. So, no tumours in the brain! Hurray!

This is where I'll be going for my short getaway.

Okay, this is the best picture I can find on the website. I am eagerly anticipating green waters, because you usually get disappointed when you are there right on the ground. Still, one can always hope.

Sometimes I think procrastiantion ain't all bad. My relunctance to do work the last few days managed to get me:

1) Tickets to King Lear - managed to settle everything including finding someone and getting confirmation via MSN in one sitting. Shu's gonna reprimand me again if she knew I'm paying 200 bucks for it. Well, it's Ian Mckellen, you know, better known as Magneto in X-men and Gandalf in LOTR.

2) Confirming tickets to Nathan Hartono's gig. Who's he? 15-year-old ACS boy who can truly sing, though still rather raw. Plus point too as he's cute. Anymore description and I'll truly feel like a paedophile. Gosh. Hear him to believe it.

3) Catch-up sessions with Siao cb and Huishan. Truly long-awaited ones.

Do you know that Singapore ranks 131 out of 178 countries in the happiness index? We truly are an unhappy bunch of people! Just as I feel I'm one in the melancholic, you-dun-understand-me, pensive club, this other lady on tv wins hands-down. A lyricist, she describes being unhappy even though she's married with kids and has been winning awards for her songs. I can't complain about my life man. Not with her around.

Hmm I don't seem to be much happier either...My index.