So the first ever Singapore F1 Grand Prix race ends tonight. (wow, I actually typed out the entire name of the race in its entirety.. probably a first for me)

In some sense, I am glad to see it end. This continuous partying, being plied with copious amounts of alcohol over the last month is really getting to me. But on the other hand, I am sad to see it end and I did not even manage to catch a glimpse of anything even though I had so much to do with the F1. Oh well, I guess you win some and you lose some.

Next week is not going to be any better. Huge project to execute and I do not feel anywhere near ready. I have a big decision to make on Monday, but I doubt I will even have time to talk to my director. This is not going to go very well. Maybe I should ask for more time or offer them a stay until we can get this ironed out. Or maybe they should just accept my decision.

Whatever it is, to my dearest cousin, you telling me I need to make time; is like telling me the ocean contains water. I know I have to do it but it is just not a good period of time for now. Yes I know we all only have 24 hours in a day. Maybe I’m just not as good at time management as you are.

Ok, so this post was to be about work and about what I am feeling about it. But as I typed it, I realised that I would not be able to post it due to its contents.

So yes… this is all it is. I am terribly unhappy and I am in a horrid mess.

While speaking to my new friend Chilli Padi today, I was jealous beyond belief.

The green eye monster reared its ugly head as I felt so painfully alone. While I am sick but still working my arse off and no one really knows I’m sick – chilli padi was unable to work today coz she had crashed already. There was just no way she could have survived another day.

And apparently, her mother took half day leave to cook for her. I can’t even remember the last time I had home cooked food, let alone food that was cooked for me. It made me miss the smells of home and my grandma in the kitchen.

The sound of dinner being prepared with the cackling of the fire. The fragrance of my favourite foods simmering on the stove top.

Ah, this is just one of the perils of staying alone.