i took a short break from work. the longest break ive taken from work so far. oh well, nevertheless, im not really available. im all booked. what's new?

yesterday was probably one of the longest day ive ever felt at work. i trained nasri. he is too quiet but not at all arrogant like many others. the secret hideout for break with fitri was thrilling. we sat cross-legged, munching on old chang kee in attempt to go on a diet, talking about everything in the dark and for once i felt like eveything felt like it was standing still, motionless. eveything in my head went on silent mode. afternoon shift with jing pei was surprisingly exciting. forget the rumours. she's a nice girl. and for a short while, i had an opportunity to feel the thrill of being a tarzan. i hooked and swinged myself like the monkey and only stopped to catch my breath and checked for amy around. and of course the walk home after work was actually even better.

i went through a box where letters, notes, drawings, gifts were left untouched for years long. the letters had turned yellow, cheap and stale. and so does the meaning that comes with it. what a let down.

and now im running late to meet huda. we're hoping to catch the abang jonas.and to nadiah hashar, happy legal love! (:

Nurul Ain Norazman
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i'm a smooth operator in the daylight
and a dancer in the dark