Dead Or Alive

I feel like a debt collector. Since Sunday, day after our night exploration, Valentine's Day, first day of Chinese New Year, I've been trying to reach Andrew by almost every possible channel in our modern lives to no avail. I called, SMSed, emailed, Facebooked, and am contemplating more old school methods like fax, snail mail and just banging down his door.

So if anyone has any clue where he's disappeared to, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. It's not like him to go MIA like this. For that matter, ANDREW, if you're reading this, call me!

Since the night exploration, things have been a little odd. Andrew's gone MIA, Audi and Farid are sick, and I'm, well, I'm starting to feel a little under the weather now too. Hopefully things will stop being weird soon, because we still have a lot to do.

After skipping out on my parents for reunion dinner, things have been a little frosty between us. We still went visiting on day one, even though I was falling asleep every time I was stationary for more than a minute and having disturbing dreams each time. My relatives, bless their kaypoh souls, alternated between my career choice, how pale my face looked, and why I was still an unwanted spinster. Family. Gotta love them.

Thankfully, my cousins pulled the annual movie watching experience, so my entire generation trooped off to watch Percy Jackson & The Lightning Thief at GV Vivocity. I'm sure it was a great show. At least, what I caught of it was great. I got lulled to sleep by the plush, cushiony seats and even the Dolby Surround system couldn't snap me out of it.

So now, it's Thursday, and normal people have gone back to work by now. We ought to be too, except with Farid bed-ridden, Audi barely able to talk without snot flying out of his nose, and Andrew pulling a Copperfield, I'm not sure what's going to happen. Ah well. I'm just going to stick to the schedule as much as possible and keep doing my job.