Thursday was a bit unexpected. I have not kicked balls in my life but that night I did. My colleague took a very good shot of me and made me look like I was a pro at football or soccer, whichever word you fancy more.
There were some booze and chips to celebrate our colleagues' success in some project. And later that night, a bit more beer in a mug though I think that was already too much for me. I was so tired when I got home that I fell asleep immediately upon switching off the bedroom lights.
I didn't feel like going to work on Friday morning because my legs were hurting but I had to. I missed my break at work because of too much stuff to do. And by 6 PM I thought I was going to collapse. The canteen closed earlier than I thought. Good thing is the guys were going out for a nice Chinese dinner and I thought that was exactly what I needed - food.
I skipped the beer because I felt bloated and just had some nice home made iced lemon tea, my typical hawker drink. That is, if I don't get coke zero.
Met up with sis and her partner later and convinced them to visit the bookstore with me. We left with two books, both about happiness I would say. Cupcake recipes means happiness to me as well a thousand proverbs about it.
It was a good night. I was glad I ordered peach tea. Coffee would have messed my mind in a weird way.