Allright, I'm over Coldplay, period. Lately, a lot of great happy things took place, alhamdulillah.

Girls usually have more fun, yeah! Friday afternoon was I-won't-return-again-for-it coffee(I shan't say where) but with oh-so-amazing blueberry cheesecake with Lifa. That girl is ever busy with school, and soon she's going to a work-travel thingy to Florida; my eyes are turning green suddenly.

Friday night was spent at Helipad, we played really stupid games and of coz, we took tons of crazy photos. And as usual, I've always been the butt of all jokes. Before all of those fun, dinner(Fisherman's Wharf) wasn't that exciting. The increase in price and the unavailability of baked chips were a disappointment. But come to think of it, we still pay, sit and eat. Why? Simply coz eating is one of Singaporeans favourite pastime, my favourite too.

And oh, on Saturday, it was an eating fiesta as well. Sporty, Scary and myself, we chomped on Yong Tau Fu like there's no tomorrow. Straightaway it was dessert, aaaaaaah Chendol baby. Them including Seri-O were psyched on travelling to Korea. It's like they had a search engine built in the heads, they know of all the places to go, food to eat, things to do, hotels to accomodate before even heading there. Till today, I can never understand their Korean fever, to them anything and everything Korean is love.

Nightime with the favourite one, I did some eating as well, what's new. Sure-syiok satay at Lau Pa Sat! Sadly, I didn't know which stall the satays came from. I mean, the satay sellers there, there were like touting everyone and anyone who came along, they invite you to a seat and just plumped you with their menu, what's good and stuff. But then again, I pity them, imagine the amount of time needed to scrub their bodies, in order not to smell like a living example of a life-size satay. -_-

The calories I lost during Coldplay, was regained.

All the food talk aside, earlier today I became an aunt! To Maiya Sofea Zahirah. Another addition to the family, a beautiful princess. :)

Finally, Happy Bithday to Nabil. And Ah-Geok, you too!

Because I know you'd give me the silent treatment, or even smack me in the face, if I were to brag about seeing Chris Martin later. Today's the day where I'm gonna try to touch Chris from my seat, hahahahaha. I'm bubbling with excitement now, and the fact that I'm going with someone that's like a replica of Althea(she looks and sounds like you Alts!) makes it even more exciting.

I was at Gluttons Bay for dinner yesterday and as I expected, there's really no more Ma Bo Laksa. Anyways more importantly, it was a farewell gathering for Irish! No she's not from Ireland(ok stupid, bad, lame, all in one), she's a Philippino, an awesome one I must add. We had the intention of stuffing her with local cuisine, instead we got ourselves stuffed. I felt as if I'm turning into a mammoth, seriously I ate a lot yesterday, from lunch to tea to dinner.

"Are you not afraid you'd get diabetes or high cholestrol..." I never thought about it that way, I mean, there's too much things going on in my head, or I should say joy, whenever I eat, that such negativity doesn't come to mind. Frankly speaking, I don't know when I exactly enjoy eating so much, I mean yes we eat, but what I meant was eating good food, happy food that makes me happy, majority will be fatty food of coz. One person that can understand this, Seri-o; she likes chicken(irrelevant and random, I know).

I'm getting a rush of blood to the head already, geddit, geddit?

As partying plans are cancelled, I wonder what I will be up to this Friday night. If you ask me, I really miss sisha and supper, in other words my regulars. Thankfully tonight's dinner was with Camille, because sometimes I couldn't care less about the boys. Coming up is Frederick aka Nabelo 21st, the theme is annoyingly senseless for a 21st celebration right, but who cares. Yellow yellow, dirty fellow.

After writting this much, I realised, damn I missed blogging. Somehow my previous entries are pathetic, barely a proper paragraph to read. It's close to 2am, I'm still here. Partly coz I missed being on MSN and partly coz I can afford to accompany the owls a bit longer tonight, I'm on afternoon shift tomorrow.

Where I am right now, sometimes I do sulk at the silliest things, my sensitive sensor is somehow reactivated. Someone slap some sense out of me, coz really, in reality, we are subconsciously doing the things we don't wanna do. Before this goes on and on, I'll end it here. Goodnight world.

My 2 days of break went to fast and furious for me, it's hello mon-dayne tomorrow.

One place I hate to go, hospitals. The smell of raw medicine, really quite corridors, and especially patients wrapped up in bandages etc. For the 4th time(or maybe 5th?), Adam's involved in an accident, this time it's a serious. At the time when I got the news, my heart felt really heavy, coz you see, we were supposed to meet for supper with the regulars that night. So let's say we did, things would changed right. Anyways, the feeling when I saw him in that condition, I don't know what's the exact word for it, but it's sad, sympathy, thankful and glee all in one. It wasn't really a sad story after, funnily(and thankfully) there wasn't even a scratch on his face, and on his watch too! Frederick even joked about the hanger on top of him, that he has to prepare for public tranports in the future. Whatever he is, Man of Titanium(as he proclaimed), we all want him to get better. :)

Because sometimes, I'll only say what I want/gonna do, but I don't actually get down to business. It's not just about proscatinations only, I'm a victim of circumstances, I guess. Or that might just be an excuse for me. Right now, I'm not that same person you can have consequences on, I've grown a little bit stronger and I've learn how to heck-care; it's allright to be slefish to the right people who've done you wrong. You've slam-dunked, chiselled, blended(and whatever that severs things) my heart so many times, this time around, I'm very sure I'll never let you do that again. I've come to realise that all these while, it's me who wants you to understand, you never did, instead it's the other way round, well guess what, I don't think I know you enough, and I gave up understanding you. Simply said, friends don't do this to one another.

Bitterness aside, Saturday was way beyond awesome. I tire myself by being out the whole day, but it was well spent. From breakfast, to Jalan Merah Saga for the not-yet-started Batman Forever exhibition, to catching Notebook by the pond, to Botak Jones and finally Clarke Quay, all I had in my head was happy thoughts.

I jaba-bang-bang your guts, you can break me, and you know it.

Faiz said, "I know the things that make you happy Dayana. Food(he knows me best) and retail theraphy, period." I guess, it doesn't take a lot to tell how special you are to someone else. Call me messy, lazy, cranky, anything you want, this boy holds a very special place in my heart, minus the fact that he can be fucking annoying. :)

I want to continue blogging, but this eyes of mine, they're getting real heavy now. Goodnight world, make love, make peace. Does that even make sense....................

My regulars are becoming rare-gulars of late. Camille was recently caught in a minor accident, that woman deserves a smack in the head for not telling me; I only found out when I bumped into her few days back. Jack is somewhere in wonderland. Frederick is busy with business I guess. Gimmy, I don't know. Iman skating as always, keeping his hair long. Adam's in national slavery. Sooner or later, I'll miss them real hard, and I'll call for an urgent meeting, late night supper at Al-Azhar. Food makes everyone happy, especially me.

Talking of food, my gum has been swollen for the past 2 days. Thank god, it's all better. Can you imagine, I had hard time opening my mouth just to bite a burger?