It’s an emotional week.

For the past seven days or more, I’d been experiencing internal turmoils (worse than the cyclone that hit Myanmar) when the emotions floodgates opened. It wasn’t the kind where you see people pouring their woes and weeping miserably over a lost relative. Rather, it’s the kind of turmoil where a lot of chemical reaction is going inside the brain, but nothing observed on the physical anatomy of a human being.

It wasn’t easy. Prozac didn’t help, the sleeping was shiok though, but apparently inadequate.

And to top it off, there weren’t many people who I could relate to. It’s sensitive and complicated. Sounds really bad eh? But guys do have intensive moments like these, just like women do. The only differing point is that the latter has an intrinsic right to express it openly while men are naturally perceived to have a higher threshold for such moments.

I have to start work in seven hours time. I should seek some sleep so I can start running and not end up dead; military personnels dying during exercises had been hot in the news, I was hoping they will be passe.