On Tueday, Burger King was extra filling with fantastic company, witty sarcasm and extra loud laughters. Basically it was hard enjoying our meals in peace, but it was all good. The craving for golden fries dipped in chilli sauce and mayonaise was met. It was like to die for, since I didn't touch any fastfood ever since Ramadhan started. Yes, I missed my get fat days. Aside the jolly moments, there were tears and warm embraces as well. Brief goodbyes and well wishes were exchanged to those off to land of mighty curry and naans. Enna ma, y'all are still close at heart. :)

I'm loving my Saturday nights very much. It's so depressing that my Friday nights are spent at work, like I can't even scream it's TGIF! Dinner with the laughing baskets is the like the closure of our dreadful week at work. Kinda like the sweet icing on top of a burnt cake, ha! It's very much a girl thing. Girls will always be girls; bitch-talk, camwhoring and constant visits to toilets just to check out the hair. It's almost close to a love affair, this thing girls have which boys won't even try to understand. Like how Shima's missing me already only after 2 days apart, so ironic.

I think I'm jinxed.

And yesterday's night Dates Milkshake with Honey; Mosi Cafe. For those with the sweet tooth, you'll like this blended thing. It's been so long since I met them, and I missed them terribly. Pandora and Machiatto. Roaming around Haji Lane was eery, apparently we bumped into a few bapoks(means gay; very soft men). I was abit intimidated by them, they looked much more demure than me. From the way the sit and fold their arms to the way they laugh, oh no giggle to be exact.

Nuff' said. LO visited yesterday, so far so good. Mr. Soh(a really nice old man who takes care of me) mentioned that he never grade his interns any lower than 80%, unless their performance is real bad. That's something good to hear, but I do want to earn my grades. Not just because he's a really nice man. And then me being thick skin prompted him of the good things he mentioned about me. So he replied, "You can speak Chinese! You handled those old people especially Chinese very well." But really, I sometimes very yaya-papaya, tried my best to speak Mandarin when they prefer conversing in dialect.


Sometimes, occasional solitude is what every one needs. I've said this many many times, feelings happen and we do not always know why. I have nights where I would fall asleep, only in hopes of dreaming that everything would be like before. But on a night like this, the dreams slowly disappear as reality crashes on to the floor. It's so easy to see the dysfunction between you and me. Still, thoughts of you are tattooed on my mind and I'm thinking of you at a rate that's truly alarming.

I'll build a wall around my heart and never let it fall apart.
But strangely, I secretly wish it would fall down while I'm asleep.