These Days.

Feeling kind of mindfarked of late. These days, all it takes is a word, a phrase or a song and I start to cry. All over again. Incoherently vulnerable. I hate the urge to cry all the time. This feeling is all too familiar and I hate that here I am, once again. I look forward to the next time when nothing in my life matters anymore. And now it will only be sweet escapes every now and then to keep myself going.

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Sugar high at Shangri-la and then to China's. I love the multi-level connections between us. It is not everyday that you meet well-travelled Singaporeans. And I just cannot wait for the next time.

Lousy.

The fatigue has set in already. Barely past my halfway mark and I am ready to call it quits. I hate being screamed at by traders. I hate having to deal with unruly clients. I hate being treated like the lowest life form on earth. I hate having to work London hours. I hate having to work 12 hours a day. And worse of all, I hate myself for feeling depressed once again.

So out of the blue that I start to feel this way again. For a moment, I thought the time has come when I see more rainbows than thunderclouds these days. Now it is back to those days again.

I am so overworked and tired. I wanna stop crying myself to sleep about everything and anything in my life right now.

Royal Copenhagen!

Weekends are ever so precious. Only time for the most beautiful things. High tea for dinner at Royal Copenhagen. Brings back those good old memories in Denmark. The closest I will ever get to the Queen are those scones and china. Pretty stuff.