Syed bumped into my mother at Geylang today. She said he's handsomer now (note: it is obvious that our preference for men obviously differ greatly here) and she was gushing about how he kissed her hand. Outraged, I confronted Syed about being a MILF hunter and he said he was just "salam-ing" her. Yeah right, likely excuse, pervert. I'm going to tell Hilyah, tunggu kau. -rolls up sleeves and prepares parang.

Just came back from town with the boyfriend. Do you know that in all the five plus months we've been together, I can count with both hands, the number of proper dates we've been on? Do you know how very sad that is?

Okay I had to transfer the Internet connection from my PC to my laptop because some pesky cockroach ran up my skirt! WAH, VERY CHEEKY HOR. I screamed bloody murder and the brother ran down with Baygon to kill it. I hate cockroaches. They're getting so daring nowadays. I’m half expecting to go upstairs to my room and find one tucked up in my bed or wearing my clothes or something. Bloody cheek.

Anyway, like I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…

We went to Bugis today and walked around for 2 hours aimlessly doing nothing. I brought him to Carl's Jr at Marina Square to break our fast. One of the bad things about dating an aspiring chef for a boyfriend is that he criticizes your taste in food and if the place where you choose to eat isn't good, you'll never hear the end of it come hell or high water.

But hohoho, today I triumphed! The burgers were the size of his face (seriously, expect to finish the meal only if you're bringing refugees from a third world country or something – they’re that big!), the portion of the fries were a lot more than we could finish and we had unlimited refills of soft drinks! Groovy bebeh! He felt really sick after finishing his burger (well, who wouldn't be? He almost ate an entire cow) So we left more than half the fries uneaten and walked around Marina Square.

Oh and I am going to throw away all my strappy heels and buy myself combat boots or something because it seems that every time I go out with a guy (whether he is a friend or something more), he'll inevitably step on my feet. But that's excusable, you say. Ordinarily, yes. Unfortunately, I have very brittle nails and they're very likely to break off and bleed. Which was what happened today. Alfiean stepped on my little toe and it bent over backwards and bled and I've ruined my bloody sandal. A few months ago, Syed stepped on my big toe and caused a blood clot under my toenail which I had to hide under layers of nail polish. It only disappeared when the nail grew itself out a few weeks ago.

Men are hazardous, I say.

Oh god, was I rambling? I'm so full I can't even think.