Friday, November 28th, 1932

There are a lot of nothingness to do and places to visit with the free time. 

It has been 3 weeks and there are plenty of weeks to go (I don’t really count them, make me anxious). Working in a such isolated place without good entertainment and quality fast-food (can’t believed those two words are connected) makes ones eager to go back to the concrete jungle i.e. KL.

Here, one thing for sure school breaks also synonym with weddings. Yup the dreaded weddings especially if the reception is for your best friend or worse, relatives, the worst? NOSEY relatives.  Then there's the golden question of The Partner.

You see, I am the straight to the point person.

I prefer the no beating around the bush approach.

No more annoying girlfriend questions with a non-hesitant manner of answering.

But, the game wasn’t over yet, 

"So when can we meet her?"

I have not mastered that as I have yet to warm up to the idea of relatives and girlfriend, being in one place, at the same time.

Many I-look-at-you-you-look-at-me moments of silence.

“So, when is your turn?"

……….. during a funeral

Cruel... Cherios.