I just needed some time alone.
I know I won't be able to sleep. So, i jogged till my feet blistered and popped open a bottle of wine.
Sometimes I don't know what is it that I want from you anymore.
Goodnight.
Mime
Sometimes I feel like I'm someone inside a muted TV. Like watching Aguilera singing till her veins pop out on her neck...but with the volume off.
There are many things I would like to write about, but I just can't do so. I have been thinking of writing in another blog, or stop doing so altogether.
As it is pretty obvious from my very irregular posts, I'm busy with work...and there isn't much I can talk about anyway.
My toe was off a couple of weeks back...and I got back into the game last week. With very thickly padded socks and well trimmed toe nails, I enjoyed every bit of the game, and came out unscathed!
Looks like I can't watch my Chris Botti Live dvd tonight...Meeting the cell group at the Zoo for an outing...
And Zouk @ night for Jo's farewell CELEBRATION (leaving the firm is always a joyous occasion!).
Someone take me there!
And to the gym after that...
I'm having so much cha soba these days (for diet and convenience reasons) that I feel like a horse with all the buckwheat I'm consuming.
Chill...
Ping
jeremy
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