People have been asking me when I start work. My mom tells them 25th. I don't know why she said 25th and the old girl just realised that she had been telling people I am going to start work on Hari Raya Puasa.

Last night while at ktv, I received an sms.

"Tomorrow marks a new stage of life for you. I have no ang pow to give you, but I will wish you all the best! Be brave..."-- Nut

Thanks Nut. You're a week early. =) Don't forget the goreng pisang!

So folks, I'll be officially starting work on 26th November 2003. Here's wishing me all the best even though Bubbly just said that my workplace is horribly bureaucratic blah blah.

These few days at home have been terribly unproductive but I like it. My last few days of totally slacking around before I venture further into the corporate environment. Last night I went for ktv with my ex-colleagues. One of them is recently plagued with worries. I pray that her worries will dissipate soon. Anyway, I didn't feel like singing last night and was just chewing and chewing on the crackers. Woke up today with a parched throat. Arghh! In the afternoon, my nose got irritated by some dust or something and my throat got worse. Practically forced myself to get up from a nap and ran off to meet PL. Yes. It's another birthday. This time round it's SF's birthday. The 6th of the 8 birthdays that we would continue to celebrate every year. (I hope.) Anyway I think SF enjoyed himself especially when we were at Paulaner's. The live band was on and they sang a birthday song for him. Think we behaved rather crazily when we screamed so loudly. (My poor throat.) Anyway, the lead singer asked if SF is attached and announced to the whole place that he's single and available. The silly guy stood up and waved. Spontaneous man. The lead singer later walked past us during her break and she stopped by to shake SF's hand. SF asked for a dedication. With or without you by U2.

After that song, PL and I set off for home. As I closed the door of the cab when PL got out, my fingers dipped into some gooey stuff in the side of the door. Yucks! I was wondering if I should smell it and find out what it was but I decided against it. It looked like starch in the dark cab. I had no tissue paper. I found some paper receipts in my bag and then rubbed the stuff off my fingers. Yucks. What can it be? Tell me if you know.