Just another one of those days. yet again.

I was on day shift today and almost extinguished the fuel by the end of the day.
Was walking across the st.james overhead bridge and something visual came to my mind-
That every time work sapped my life and energy, a picture of a flattened yellow balloon that has lost its taut, shiny texture when it's brimming with joy appears in the space of my brain.
So it appears that what's left is a mustard-coloured 'lao hong' balloon on the ground with grim and dirt on it.

Haa. Exactly how I felt.

I literally walked home like a lifeless corpse.
I must have looked like shit for surveyors tried to strike a conversation but did not pester me further when I looked at them in the eyes and then away.
Yes, I looked at them. Action speaks louder than words indeed.

and i know exactly how over my body has been maxed out, for i can (again) count my heartbeats with my toes. I KO on the sofa with the intention to skip dinner due to the lack of energy to hold utensils properly. but you know you're not doing the right things when people you love remind you that what is convenient aint good, even if it may seem so at the moment.