Someone's Always Talking When I'm Trying To Make Some Sense

TIOMAN!

I seriously, seriously cannot wait to go to Tioman. In about 30 hours. Sponsored by my extremely superrific, generous, marvellicious friends. Accompanied by some of those said friends as well. Clear blue waters and white, sandy beaches with hopefully not too many white, sandy ang mohs (although I can sense Rashid going, "WEI!" disagreeably at that.)

I've had horrible birthdays for the past few years so I'm really hoping that this year makes up for the rest of it. My colleague warned me that there isn't much to do on the main island itself, either than a KTV shack and a flyblown restaurant, but I'm not really going there for that stuff, I'm more interested in snorkeling and reading fat paperbacks by the beach and just being a lazy bum after having worked consecutively for the past week.

I hope that things go well. Crossing my fingers and expecting the worst, but I'm very bad at that because I'm an introverted die-hard optimist.

I know I should stop re-reading 'She's Come Undone' by Wally Lamb because everytime I pick it up, I start bawling ever few chapters. I guess some of the story hits a little too close to home. But it's not healthy to bawl this much, right?

Work is work. I'm tired and I'm hopeless but I'm hanging on, because I have to. Thank God the people there make it a little easier.

I'm missing my Finer Things club! Come to my house for Raya, will you? But it may have to be a weekday night, if you guys are alright...(or even towards the end of the month?)