Ok, just a quickie. My first week of Ramadhan was pretty trying. I had Chinese colleagues walking around the entire office with chicken wings in their hands. 3 boxes of pizzas were delivered to the office for some reasons unfathomable (probably to torture unsuspecting muslim employees who were trying real hard to hang onto the edge of starvation). The smell was really 'unbearable'. The company's self declared 'Fruits Day' was also held during the week, with an array of fruits and Yakults (Yakults! My favourite! Arghhh!). My boss bought snacks enough to feed an army of rats. And all the time, my non muslim colleagues were feeding their faces with food food food.

COBAAN....

And work is just C-R-A-Z-Y. Im frazzled. It just keeps coming and coming and coming. My long weekend off will be filled with plans and preps for the wedding. It's really crazy and I am one kancheong bride to be. *breathes in*. The fiance is not making things any better. Had just ended a half hour phonecall with Wan, with me screaming and screaming into the phone about some wedding plans which were not turning out right. Poor Wan, I didn't think he knows what hit him.

This must be a sign that my PMS is here.

I have to go. I am not done with screaming though.

PS: Chikine, will do that tag thing another time, k? I am tired now. Heart, mind and soul. I need to crash hard onto something soft. Ciao.

Mizzy whines @ 11:12 PM

---