Here's to Queen Eli on that break. Happy working! (But watch out for any flying daggers from your back). You are finally going to have money and erm.... CPF!

I have not been going to lunch during lunch breaks. I'm not sure why. It could be because Salina is not around anymore - she's my favouritest lunch kaki. It could be because I'm tired of the lunch menu around my office. I'm tired of Lau Pa Sat. I'm sick of Old Chang Kee. I'm sick of the kedai kopis here because they're full of mats despatch and pakcik-pakcik yang tak sedar diri. Ia akan lebih ketara lah eh, on Fridays. Supposedly Friday prayers lah kan, ni mereka lepak-lepak kat kedai kopi, swit-swit kat Malay female office workers. I'm embarrased for them.

It could also be the fact that I'm just tired of eating. I've been surviving on tidbits (which is bad, I know) and bits of here and there. I used to love food, DUDE (I say 'dude' just because it rhymes with 'food'). But now I don't exactly search for food. If nobody offers to buy me food, I won't buy. If nobody gives me that Onion biscuits, I won't ask for it, either.

So I've been spending my lunch breaks playing Solitaire and singing along to the radio, loudly.

I'm like a time-bomb waiting to explode. Like that bomb from the latest episode of Grey's Anatomy. I can be patient and take my time. I swallow the bile in my mouth and take whatever is given to me. I have been taking in whatever you say to me very calmly. I may seem very calm outside. But if you only knew that inside, the angst is bubbling furiously.