What doesnt kill u makes u stronger

I was at Ice Cold Beer yesterday. Birthday drinks with Chris. A bit happy a bit sad that he was leaving. Seriously ever since he stopped working, crazy emails stopped coming.. from him of course. How I was nicknamed Big Bird. How his mom teased about him and his bright yellow bike. And him being a crybaby. Abve all, I remember Chris's delicious apple crumble, and Lasagne.... and his penchant for drinking loads. And how he totally trashed me at squash - I shld admit I suck at it. And sometime back, the BKK Rock Festival, and how he introduced me to Snow Patrol when nobody in Singapore knew them. But worse was how he ridiculed me especially when drunk, hurling verbal abuse at me...which made me understand how the term English bastards came about. Strange he wasnt too happy to go home - its just like how the honeymoon period ceases and real living starts.

Students are so much more carefree - and not so bounded by the disgusting boundaries of Work Environment. Then again Boundaries are fixed by oneself. I hate my workplace, but how can I make it better? It is lonely, but like climbing, there is always an easier way out.

Wed - dance class

Thurs - either squash game or home for a jog

Fri - home early

Sat - morning climbing training, drama, blade, movie? *hands up for those who are game!*

Sunday - lead climbing part two, home for dinner