It is now 1236.

Because the past few days have been passed in a general state of happiness I want to write lightheartedly but I cannot, thanks to some bad news and more bad news, talking about issues and listening to friends' problems and offering pathetic advice. I really hope that in the morning I wake up to a lovely day. Please. Maybe some pretty weather and a good breakfast.

Still, I attempt. Mock lightheartedness.

I finally got about to trying Miss Clarity Cafe which was cute, altho I don't quite understand why Chengwei insisted I would love that place. Spent 2 days bumming around at home which was nice and slow and peaceful. On Friday Shyan and I travelled to Aston's for the juicy goodness of steak and he terrified me by downing an entire bowl of pork chop noodles at HK Cafe after that chunk of meat. Why do such appetites exist.

This morning I woke up to a breakfast invitation from Robin and we had Mini Wok Noodles and Yong Tau Foo. He is so steven lim-ish. I dug out the yellowed Rich Dad Poor Dad for him, a book nobody in the family ever actually read. Had Sports Ball meeting with Xuyun and Peiwen afterwhich Xuyun and I spent some lazy time discovering what Lot 1 had to offer, and seriously considered taking an application form for a secret job. At 2pm I met Ash at City hall and had drinks at Hk Cafe with chocolate Digestive Cookies. She slurped her jelly drink so loud it broke our converstations. We walked in Esplanade and peered at primary school children getting geared up for the NDP Rehearsals. Listened to Warwick Avenue together and she went off for her party while I got my brows threaded.

Then I got home to the night that got increasingly lousy.