ArfF!

I’m so gonna bitch-slap elton john.

Sorry isn’t the hardest word.

Work lunch

“Why’s there still one last piece of fruit on the tray? Can someone finish it up?”

It was a slice of tart starfruit that no one relished. I picked it up anyway and bit into it.

“You know, if you take the last piece of food, you will get left on the shelf. It’s just an old Chinese saying.”

I smiled.

“But we, Indians, believe that the girl who takes the last piece of food will marry a handsome man.”

“Well, I guess I better be checking out the Indian dating sites then.”

“Yes, just make sure that his mother has passed away. Nothing’s worse than an Indian mother-in-law!”

“How could you say that! You’ll be an Indian mother-in-law yourself!”

Everyone laughed as the conversation turned to the subject of mother-in-laws.

having trouble sleeping again…

98%ALCOHOLIC

*buzz*

< ~ 4 p.m.>

Said to Eva, “I left my phone on my chest so that I would get your incoming sms…”

< ~ 12 a.m>

Awww… That’s sweet. Thanks.

After midnight

I strolled around my housing estate. Walked on familiar paths illuminated by street lamps. Inhaled one dunhill frost after the other. Sang softly along to the mp3 player. And now, I am tranquil.

And the meek

shall inherit the earth because they are being trampled into the ground.