it was the call at 3am in the morning that started everything.

a call from a drunk friend, who was slurring so badly i couldn’t figure out what he was saying on the phone, except for a few words which didn’t mean anything at all. if he were a female friend, i would have given him a bear hug, cos the only sentence he managed to say clearly was full of pain and yet like a child who wanted something badly.

which led me to sleep at only 5.30am in the morning. and woke up at 9 am to make sure he didn’t die of depression overnight.

and thus i was very sleepy and cranky when meeting the msian.

which led to the decision to abandon the visit to vivocity. and we decided to visit the playground near my house to sit on the swings. and i wanted to walk there from jurong point. and she drank too much snapple. so halfway through we stopped at a coffeeshop for a toilet break and drinks.

and we were so sleepy, we headed home to get more sleep.

so i slept from 5pm to 10.30am. and my digestive system acted up again, thanks to the obscene lack of appetite i had yesterday.

now i’m stuck at home trying to figure out laptops. it’s freaking complicated. someone should just tell me what to buy so i can live a happier life.