I actually like White Rabbit @ Harding Road in spite of the chi-chi crowd, uncomfortable yard stools and lacklustre service at last Friday's Moet thingie. The music was the sort I like though.

On Saturday, we hung out at Giraffe for dinner and drinks with Grace. Giraffe has sorta evolved into our regular comfortable setting for a quiet chill evening with good conversations and plain ol' girlie catchup. Pleasant, but hot and humid.

Last evening, I had dinner with Doc. at Black Angus and he even brought me a red rose. I thought that was sweet. When I logged online much later at night the TKK scientist told me that he wants to marry me and that he was serious about it. Given his unique ethnic mix I wonder if he has a Harem mentality and somehow wants to start his collection now. Or it could be a to-do list on his accomplishments table that he requires in order to progress to the next level. Like a video game reality. Donch know.

I'm feeling much better today, though still very very bloated. I have a fitting at 6.30pm later at Balestier so I've got to rush. No thanks to all the IKEA snacks, sweets, chocolates and drinks, I'm now bordering on plus-size. I'm wearing a black dress that still does not make me look skinny. My tummy is protruding. Nowhere to hide when I have to parade half naked in a bathing suit in front of a French lady who has an awesome figure since she used to be a synchronised swimmer. I think sucking in my tummy doesn't fool anyone.

Fingers still crossed that due to the announcement later this week my trip to Jakarta on Sunday will be postponed/cancelled.

I have to weigh what's more important to me. Even if I already know, I have to convince the stubborn side of me to concur. I have to give up certain things, overlook others, disregard what people might say/think and CHOOSE ONE ONLY.

I think the Holy Spirit will convince me on what is best.

I have to give credit to bull though. He actually remembered my birthday and asked me what I want to do on that day. Doc thinks I'm meeting him. Maybe.

BTSC wants to meet me this week again. I will have to say no. I reckon I should do what's right. Was reading a daily devotional comparing Abraham and Lot. Both were refered to as righteous men in the Bible. Lot chose the land close to Sodom & Gomorrah,was tempted by what it had to offer, turned his face towards it, and eventually went to it. In the end, he narrowly escaped with only the clothes on his back when God unleashed his wrath on the two sinful cities. Abraham, on the other hand, became the Father of Nations and was immensely blessed because he chose to honour God's word.

I pray for the desire to obey God. I know I can be wilful but that's going to make me unwise.

At work, we're all waiting for 'IT' to happen. So I guess now's the calm before the storm?

Contemplating selling my car. If I can trade that in for a down payment of some sort, why not? But I really like my Sylvie and I may not bear to give her up. After all, I worked hard, decided to buy myself a massive present last year and paid her off with my toil, sweat, blood and life.

Over the weekend, I've had people knocking on my door looking for a particular someone and I really feel harassed and pissed off. If Harley gives me a good rate I may really move out. I just don't know how my grandma and mum would take it.

5 days to Mid-Autumn festival and 6 to my birthday. Zero celebrations this year. What's the point?

The Earth still spins slowly and the one who chooses to wait may lose patience
or die and eventual insignificant death.

I will rise and shine again.