I concluded the previous blog with this, "I intend to begin posting my thoughts again, elsewhere."

So it seems right to begin the new blog with this, "I intend to begin posting my thoughts again, here."

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Events, unrelated, and in chronological order:

Since I last updated, I made two trips out of Singapore: Batam first, then Genting a week later. I remember during the 3 months of hiatus from blogging I did quite a handful of activities and ate my fair share of good food. Bless me, for I have no recollection of the '5 Wives & 1 Husband'. (i.e. Who, Where, What, When, Why & How) It's as if I got abducted by aliens and remember nothing of the whole experience but the part about being sucked up into the mothership.

Let's see...

There's the trip back home. Being 'home' felt weird because 'home' is definitely the one place I don't feel at 'home'. My sisters were nice, Christine in particular, was extremely sweet. My brother..from the few glimpses I managed to get of him, well, he grew a head taller than me. My mom is still the bitch she has always been, and my dad still farts and snores but I love him still.

A week later, I remember driving up to Genting instead of taking the coach, and Nic pigging out on Baskin Robbins while I warmed up with hot chocolate in the freezing hotel room (because we left the windows open when we left) in almost nothing but my underwear.

There's my housing situation, where I live with six humans and seven cats. I have no complaints. Maybe just one; we need to get a bigger bed Nic, or one of us has to lose weight and it's not going to be me cos I can't give up food.

There's my job, which isn't in a flux. Thank God. Which I expect I'll be keeping even when I return to school because despite the occasional I-don't-want-to-work-anymore tantrums, I usually return to work because it pays the bills and school and keeps my stomach full.

There's school. There's no statements to be made yet since school starts only on the 16th. I'm doing Business Event Management in ITE Bishan just so everyone's informed. Don't worry, I wasn't insane when I chose ITE. It was a weighted decision with nobody's influence and at some point in time, I thought I was going to lose my mind. Whether I chose it because of results or financial difficulties, I hope to get your support instead of sympathy or disdain.

But I'll take whatever comes anyway, which explains the catchword/blog title, 'Inhale'. Inhale whatever it is, swallow my pride if I must, it's not fattening I was told. And exhale all the horrible thoughts. The next puff will be better and I won't keep losing control over my mind or my mind, for the matter. As cliche as it may sound, it works.

And today was a very nice day indeed. It was a day of Pretending I'm Holy because I got a colleague to take over my shift in the name of going to Church (which I quite obviously didn't). Even Nart went. I deserve to be stoned. And for making several futile attempts to shower and pop out to meet Nart (which I eventually didn't), I deserve to be stoned again.

My heart feels sick and my stomach feels queasy. That sentence would work the other way around, too.