Since I am not fasting because of an obvious reason, I went to get breakfast this morning at about 10.15 a.m. Fast game punya lah. Bangsa, turun, turn left, walk 50 steps then reach the Malay shop, and say "Cik, epok-epok sardin satu, kentang satu."

AND THEN was rudely surprised by a Malay man sitting at the table, enjoying his mee rebus. Sick, understand. Sick. I hate it when Muslims don't fast then eat in public. It's an embarrassment and a disgrace. I couldn't care much about them, whether they have some stomach problems or gastric or what shit but at least pack the food and eat it somewhere discreet. OR if it's not possible to eat mee rebus at the corner of some staircase, then jolly well make do with bread or something.

It's easy for non-Muslims to pass judgment, you know. And then I hear things like "Oh you're fasting? But I know of some Muslims who don't." This is along the same lines of "Oh you don't drink? But I have alot of Malay-Muslims friends who drink like a fish." See? See who gets the brunt of you inconsiderate Muslims? The other Muslims who actually try to be good Muslims. Don't get me wrong. I am by no means a good Muslim girl. I wear skirts and I don't cover my head and I sometimes miss the 5 daily prayers cos I'm lazy but I try. Or I don't do things that are against Islam and let all and glory to see.

But I digress.

Further eh, I don't understand how grown man cannot fast. Especially if they work in the office and sit there all day long, besarkan buah jer. Haha. Yes I can say all these because I can. Before I can't anymore starting Wednesday.

K that's all.

And guess what? I dreamt of Gong Yoo last night. Nothing titillating or hot. Very innocent indeed, but pretty sweet. And then it all ended when I received a phone call and got me in a bad, baaadd mood.