just minishorts.

I got home Monday night, exhausted to the very core and my skin colour in two tones darker than what I used to look like 5 days before. But yes, of course I care about my skin colour… I hate being tan—I mean, I'm not being discriminatory or anything, but the last time I looked like what I do now and stood in an MTR coach in HK, a little kid said hello to me in Filipino.

Currently I'm suffering from a severe lack of sleep. As SL has put it, I've never walked so much in 5 days before. Every night, we spent about 4 kilometres climbing up and down MTR station staircases and overhead bridges, steep slopes and all that just to get to our hotel in Mongkok. In the mornings, we rushed out at 8 am to get to the bus stations, and then to the MTR stations and then to ferry piers, only to rest our feet for less than 20 minutes before commencing the next marathon of climbing more slopes.

Prior visits to HK were always just mere visits to Daddy's abode, you see.

This round SL and I went with 6 other Leos and we had a whole lot more of fun. And some disheartening moments lah. We went on boat rides, Peak-climbing, bed-riding (too many of us huddled into one bed to yak the final night away) and bus-snatching (at one point, 16 of us M'sian Leos and HK leos cramped into the 16-seater mini buses, much to the annoyance of other waiting commuters).

There were photos, and photos of course. Oooh I owe you all that don't I?

Coming soon, coming soon. I've just got to figure out how to tell this all, without falling off my working stool.

Yup I missed ya. But, my work misses me more. Tata for now.

I'm home.

I wanted to wait before I told you things.

You know the pwetty things already. I had fun. Yes in essence I did.

At the end of it its a guilt trip of discovery. I've brought home a heavy burden. It's weighing me down like a tonne of iron bricks.

I was at a point of decision. Because I felt pushed to the brink. Over there, if it weren't for the closed confinement, I would have implemented my decision. But I was touched. And I had strong emotions. I felttoo much of it. It wasn't conducive at all. A smarter person would have waited.

The right place. The right time. The right words.

I had the right words, but the wrong place and the wrong time.

And now I don't know what to do.