The ONLY highlight of yesterday at work was that I noted a certain local soccer player's sample and request form. I now know where he lives! Haha.
But of course, that is as though I give two hoots about soccer. Unless if it was Christiano Ronaldo or Raoul, then it'd be a different story altogether.

Then there was the almost-menjadi gym session with Fatin where we looked like a midge Michael Jackson and minah kampong. We looked hideous in what we attempted to wear as gym outfits. Haha. But we made friends with a girl taller, but younger than us (to add to the misery of being short) and so at least I attempted to work out. To more gym sessions in future!

Oh the perks of working in the hospital. -_-"

The boy is coming home soon. And boy, am I glad.

Though ironic as it seems, I'm actually glad now that it's coming to an end, that he did go away to KL. No, I don't mean this in a bad way, but it shows that I can still be independent regardless of the situation because in reality situations like these may crop up and I can't just be moping around crying and sobbing in vain. You can't be bawling each time your husband goes on a flight if he's a pilot, or you can't be wailing each time he goes on a business trip. I do admit that yes I miss him but it's pointless to be brooding about it.

In futures I'd have responsibilities to bear and being a mourner certainly would not help. So by knowing that I can get through a week with work to distract and a trusty hilarious companion by the name of Fatin and with random smses by Liy (WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?) it has definitely helped.