Another Friday Another two-hour lunch past. Another week of have hads, another weekend of what's going to be to look forward to. And then, soon it will be Christmas, where we won't be decking the halls with boughs of hollies, at least, not in this part of the world. We might, however, be meeting up somewhere in the middle of jam-struck KL, dancing the night away till we do what's fashionable: be drunk, be mad and be freaking loud and obnoxious.

Tomorrow's a big day at my alma mater, and the whole family's going to join me in the festivities. My ex-supervisor said it was good to have me back, and I could only stare at her, a plastered smile and seething inside, 'Your manuscript is 5 months late, dearest.'

We're all hypocrites, being hypocritical is a survival skill and if you're honestly that honest, why, are you sure you're human?

Hi Minishorts, its only Friday, and tomorrow will be Saturday. Cheer up and the world will smile with you too.

Right. That's what she wishes, of course.   ¶ 14:17