I had a somewhat awkward conversation with my 24 year old neighbour yesterday who said he knew of my blog. He knew that "some guy took advantage of me". Oh boy, there goes that innocent-girl-next-door front I've been trying to maintain.

So if you're someone who's reading this and shouldn't be (like say, another neighbour or an ex [No Iskandar, I'm fine with you reading my blog) then could you at least acknowledge your presence? Prease, prease, pretty prease?


Yes, I passed everything. My grades aren't anything to jump for joy about though.

Somehow the bosses at work have come up with the theory that me and Leslie are "paktor[ing]". Groovy, it's like secondary school all over again. Even the HOD of English once asked me whether me and Leslie were "together". Eh prease hor, me and Leslie are practically family seeing as to how his mother refers to me as the "malai por", which means Malay aunty if I'm not mistaken. So if me and Leslie got it on, that would be incest, no?

Work is funner now. A little more hectic but that means that I just lose track of time. And that means I think of you lesser now. Which is a good thing right?

I had a really long entry all planned out. But I lost the mood after I saw the moon. Remember how you were planning to make it official under a full moon? I'm sorry it never happened. But I'm not sorry we happened. I miss you.