let lemons be angry

Last week was crazy crazy crazy, with late mahjong dinner in joyce's hall room right smack in the middle of the week. She produced chicken wings, sausages, fish fillets and tom yam soup in her hall kitchen and we ate on the mahjong table. She has a cat with the funniest face imaginable, but it hid under the bed most of the time.

There was also the night out with damei/aidawn at our esplanade spot talking about the most serious of life issues. We've grown so much, from our flea-market-so-exciting-! days to evaluating what we believe to be most important in our walks with God.

And then there was also thurs night taboo supper with the crusaders, and 300 on saturday (watch it for the cinematography and end credits if nothing else) and a strange ice-shooting war after that.

What do all these fun activities mean? It means I have horrible time management skills. Therefore I spent sunday evening in school worried sick about schoolwork, went delusional on monday doing freelance work and two urgent projects, and went home at midnight on tuesday night prepping for the next day's client pitch. Not much food, not much sleep.

The final result was two days of limping because of a sudden and random intestinal infection. Most untimely, for I missed sm appreciation day for the second year in a row.

I think I should learn to remember just how much work i have to do before jumping into every single opportunity for fun. But we all know that life is much more stale when lived that way.