I just want to sleep

3 weeks into work and I'm still pretty exhausted. I don't even bother much with what I wear to work unlike Style:Weddings/school days. (That's a different story altogether and I will write about it another time) When I get home, I eat my dinner (good news: my mom has started to cook regularly again nom!), stone around a little bit and by 10.30pm, there'll be an intense urge to crawl into bed to sleep. Most of the time, I give in and fall asleep. I haven't got the energy to on my laptop except to download Gossip Girl, How I met your mother, Modern Family etc. Much less come here to write anything. A far cry from my (almost) daily update months ago. Haven't been regularly writing fashion articles for Fever Avenue too, I feel kind of bad now that I think about it.

But really, I shouldn't complain. It wasn't easy to finally land a job after a zillion emails, interviews and rejections on both sides. I love writing for Expat Living, I love that I'm helping them with a top secret project. Which I can only reveal in May, but so exciting! It's different from Style:Weddings or m:idea, in terms of people and working style, but I've been drilled the past 3 years to handle this so I think I'm holding up pretty well. :) Just praying that this chronic tiredness will go away soon.

I've been quite holed up recently, only meeting Jotham when he books out and the occasional friend here and there for brunch/dinner/coffee. I think I go through phases like this all the time throughout the year; not very healthy I admit. My life can really be separated into the different phases I go through, now that I think about it. Fashion (went though a tights phase which J loved, a jeans phase which he hated and begged me to change etc), food addiction (most recent is Korean food especially bibimbap), hobbies (once was baking, then sewing, then cooking), prolonged emotional phases (so depressed during ibp, so crazy during feature writing sem/Wuhan etc) and all sorts of nonsense. Oh God, I sound like a crazy women now. Time to talk about something else.

Anyway, my canon is also sitting in the dry box (recently found my dad's old slr, yes SLR, camera in a dry box in the storeroom) collecting dust. I didn't even take a picture of the super expensive Italian dinner place, Valentino, Jotham brought me to at Rifle Range Road which honestly was too atas for our (ok, just me) liking. I much rather we eat Macpherson prawn mee in the ghetto, old-school fashion.

For some unknown reason, my tummy is starting to ache really badly now like a thousand knives are piercing me from the inside. DEATH IS UPON ME. God please save me.This rant shall thus abruptly end here, goodbye everyone.