As I was sitting quietly at my terminal, reading my previous entry's comment, I was thinking to myself, "I gotta go in and write something...".

I forgot what I wanted to write about.

So let me sit quietly with my thoughts gathering at the back of my mind, never once would they surface to show what I am capable of. I gotta cut my nails. They are too long to type properly but still too short to varnish. Damn...! I want colourful nails! No, I think I prefer the "virgin" look. As long as I don't collect dirt underneath them, then everything should be fine! Life is bliss!

I am a bit whacked this morning. I was thinking about solitary imprisonment. Gawd....sometimes I just hate these inconsequential chatter that would periodically happen. Should I do this? Perhaps that is better. I gotta take better care of myself. Mental health is important. At least to survive in this society. Damn...! I really have got to cut my nails. All these typo errors...They are killing my rational thoughts!

One and a half hour til lunch. I am hungry! Had only an apple for breakfast. Yeah...yeah...eat healthy....whatever.

Oh, yes. I remember now what I wanted to write about. My high tea session with a few colleagues on Saturday. It was at the Goodwood Park Hotel. Nyonya kueh. The food was not too bad. I love the popiah! They make it there and then when you order it. Niceeeee..... We had a good time there. It was great to just talk about what's happening in and out of work. Share our opinions, stuff like that. It's one of the wonderful things about employment.

An hour 15 minutes to lunch. The countdown begins.....