bottled up thoughts in maroon and yellow

Just rushing an entry in before I sleep, bestie complained that I don’t provide details in my entries, yup so I’m doing so today, cos we went out today. Ilu* right now I’m stuffed to the brim, after all that pizza, chipolata, wedges etc, which I took defiantely twice the amount I should have taken, which has influenced my decision to go for training tomorrow. And also thinking back how strange today was, how funny things work when my day bent to it’s lowest in the middle. I enjoyed myself today with you bestie, excruciating threading, shopping in town, just breathing fresh air from different cultures at little India ;) Then it was to the hospital which brought pleasant and unpleasant memories on the way in. Memories? Well when my precious handsome zhizhi nearly met death there- but I thank God he’s alright now and still a pain in the ars. The familiar smell of the hospital, the wards, brought back memories of when I used to visit my ex. The coutless trips I made down, the first-close to tears, with a heart full of confusion and worry when I found out that my ex was going to be in there for months. The painful standing by him, well all over. Then it was watching Jerome who looks like he’s in good shape- didn’t talk much. Then came the severe pit bottom of my day that surprisingly brought me to tears, thank God at the back of the bus. I left the hospital 15 minutes before work, to rush a cab over. And it was more then enough time, except that it was rush hour and i made the mistake of walking out to the road in hope that I’ll find a cab faster and ended up waiting 45 fucking minutes in vain, next I dumbly and desperately made the decision of taking a bus to a place where I could get a cab better, I should have known better. I ended up taking 1 and a half hours to get to work, very very late of course and in a lot of trouble as usual, and it wasn’t a cab I took but a bus, which happened because I found myself in an unkown location, waiting for a cab in vain, no phone to call any, and a familiar bus number. And yes that’s when I broke down in tears, cos I was so afraid, fustrated etc. been going through rough patches one after another, but still unexpected rain. I never cry over small matters, I think this is the first tear that fail after my breakup. Funny over how silly the matter, but it felt good after, I was able to pick myself up and enjoy myself at work. Teasing squid, getting to know denise, xy and bobZ better. Chilling out at wala’s after…