Is It Just Me

I was busy last weekend doing whatever consuming the days – cousin’s son 1st birthday party on Friday, dinner with Shahreen + her colleagues on Saturday, 3 gals WiFi-ing at Old Town Kopitiam then continued at Starbucks on Sunday afternoon, shopping and being ‘Enchanted’ at night.

BUT

Still I can’t deny the strange sense in my rib cage. The chest constricts and my breathing gets shallower. The small bruises on my heart start to bleed. My mind is constantly churning out questions in my sleep. I’m gloomy deep inside. I can only guess that someone feel the same I do.

P/S - On the brightside, I counted my pay slips the other day, I have exactly 12 = been a year, time flies...* tiny yeayy