Bleh

I find myself still in a holidaying mood. Rawr. There is something fundamentally wrong about still being able to dance the hornbill dance to "I just can't wait to be King" spontaneously in the middle of nowhere. Or breaking into "小酒窝" while walking. Or find yourself cracking retarded jokes such as naming your bridge team "hot cross buns" (ohyeah guys, thats the name, live with it). Or finding yourself prancing around as if you are a jungle- ah forget it, you get what i mean.

The examples are endless. Ahh, i need more coke, less sleep and more busyness to bring the old ruth back. This is getting rather scary.