Replaying

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,
my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today,
I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply
that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it's not so bad,
it's not so bad


So much disappointment and revelations - that was just the last straw - it feels like I'm finally waking up from a 14-day nightmare.

"When you've been to the bottom, nothing else hurts any further."

Thank you (you al' know who you are!) for being here with me through these doldrums. With your lovely accompaniment, listening ears and encouragements, I'm picking myself up. Will be getting out of Singapore this Christmas, desperately need a breather and break from this concrete jungle city and most of all, the complicated human minds!

Now I just need to find my passport...