I'm dreading work tomorrow. I'm sick of standing all day, sick of washing dishes, sick of checking stock, sick of making potato gratin and teh tarik, sick of waiting eons for the stupid electrical stove to boil water, and I'm even sick of manning the cash register (except when it's Benson buying a waffle). I wish I could relive this past week, over and over and over again.

I miss my friends, I miss school, I miss being a lazy cow, I miss Spunky, I miss Ozzy, I miss spending the whole day in front of the computer, I miss my water heater, I miss Fremantle, I miss Youtube, I miss being able to go to sleep without knowing how lousy tomorrow's going to be.


Arini and Kanages, I miss you guys like shit okay. I'm sorry there hasn't been a trip to town or SPCA or Taco Bell like we planned. And I'd promise to make up for it soon, but that's not up to me, and I'm sorry for that too. But we must must must meet up, sooner or later, because.. just because lah, heh.

Alright, well. Merry Christmas and a happy new year, everyone.






You can fall for chains of silver,
You can fall for chains of gold.
Fall for pretty strangers,
And the promises they hold.