this is one of those days when
i'm just lazing around the house, roasting marshmallows above a charcoal fire, having home-baked cake and it makes me feel fortunate/relieved/placid/recharged/(and fat).
surviving an entire week of low-salaried work despite feeling ill makes me feel accomplished. spending occasional nights out brings reprieve. meeting up with my girls ends the week perfectly as we endured bad service (as usual), shopped around, laugh at the idea of a 'Milkshake Party', walk leisurely on Orchard Road, stare wistfully at our beloved accompanied Vicki while Des and Mich tried to read their fortune with a glass of polluted water and i had my mushroom soup Alone. Then getting home at noon the next day, shopping with my mum in the evening and watching typically typical
HongKong dramas in the middle of the night makes everything seem so quiescent and soothing.
Best of all would be having pals expressing their concern occasionally. In a way,
i'm blessed. But at the same time,
i'm craving for a
holiday, company, spontaneity and charm.