Monday, May 26
1:10 AM ♥

I say, just 'cos.

Yay, it's Monday again, which means we're into another new week. Which also means we're drawing nearer to the holidays, again!

That said, last week was very much like every other week except that I had my weekends cramped with extra activity instead of just work and play. On second thought, the extra activity was a combination of both work & play. For many, the weekends, Sunday especially, is their day of rest from the relentless pace of work, office and school, from the white noise of the metropolis, from the petty, mundane concerns that weighs us down in the heady rush of life and routine. It hasn't been quite a weekly endeavour for me.

If you ask me, I think the weekend passes by me too fast. Just Friday, I was working hard on my feet, trying my best to be a good receptionist, and a good publicist, and a hostess, all rolled into one. Then came the 'letting down your hair' part; contrary to that, my hair was all neatly tucked up in a 'Nip/Tuck' fashion. I got royally pissed and...it felt deliriously good for awhile but when realization that I've got work in the morning the next day sank in...woo boy. Good thing a cup of hot tea did it for me and no nasty hangover the next day.

Saturday was good in a 'I've-got-no-urgent-issues-to-attend-to' kinda way so Nic dressed me up (I felt like Barbie!) and we went crazzzzzy shopping but came back empty-handed. She did a repeat today and yielded the same result. Haha!

In the time it took me to blink, Monday has come and replaced Sunday. I feel like I'm being forced into battle mode without prior notice nor proper training. Like, if I were a sticky note or a magnet on a calendar, I was yanked off Friday, last week and placed on Monday, this week, figuratively speaking.

Right now, instead of snuggling between the covers for a good night's sleep, I'm online asking/searching for directions to get to Anglo-Chinese High (Independent). The lack of sleep, topped with a parched throat that never seems satiated no matter how many gallons of barley I down. Here's my cue to say, "My throat feels like a bitch."

I'm still awaiting my official 'rest day' where I can literally veg out in the straight line of a fan and clear my mind of debris, flotsam and itsy bitsy nitty gritty. This exhaustion, more so mental than physical, can be remedied by a couple of days of sleeping in late.

Labels: This deserves a WOW.