Sigh. He's back. Boring, boring, boring. He'll be bugging me constantly unless I go break my bones or something, and have 2 weeks leave. Shucks.

And I haven't had breakfast... double shucks. I'm gonna go get myself some teh-peng, beancurd and chicken pie later. That's my lunch... sad isn't it? The airport canteen's still under renovation and I'm getting used to such an abnormal lunch per se. A proper sumptuous lunch for me is a plate full of nice steam-cooked rice, some mouth-watering gravy, some greens, meat and a glass of plain water. After which, accompanied by some fresh fruits.

WOAH. That can only happen if I'm at home right now. For now, I shall hold that thought for dinner tonight.

Yesterday, I bumped into an old 'friend'. I could tell he was disappointed but I'm sorry I had to be the cold-hearted one here.

Lately, the mind is getting restless. That thought keeps coming but I think I could deal with it, as long as I can keep myself composed.



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