Edwin and I went to check out The Line (a restaurant) at Shangri-La Hotel yesterday. And woah, that is some chic place, with modern designs practically everywhere. Hopefully, if everything goes well, we (as well as Edwin's soccer buddies) are going to celebrate New Year there by having a sumptuous but extremely pocket-burning meal there.

Perhaps it is good that hardly anyone checks out this blog. There are some stuff I can't bear to expose on my own blog, but yet I can't keep it inside me forever. [Bryan I hope that you will not comment on the things I'm going to blurt out here.]

Firstly, I don't understand why some people can't get their priorities right. Dumpling (nickname used to protect identity but it is pretty obvious who he is) don't seem to care about his friends who have stuck with him all these while but only cares about flirting with girls. I did try to salvage the situation by confronting him, but I got was a telling off. Come on, I know it's hard to change, but isn't realising your flaw and trying to change for the better the right thing to do? Instead, he argues about caring for guys and girls are two different things. Yes it's true, but he is behaving in a way to give everybody the impression that friends are less important than these girls. The way he treats his friends, are no different from animals. Take my words literally. Stubborn oaf. His mule behaviour has struck me to see his true colours. And I'm glad I have seen his bad side before things could get ugly.

Secondly, eeyore (nickname used to protect identity) is in Europe now and I miss him! Ugh. It's like something is missing in my life right now. No one to talk to me on the phone at night while I'm under my covers, pretending to sleep. No one to listen attentively to what I have to say about my day. No one to fuss over me. Sigh. 10 more days to his return... -Tingz, with a bleeding heart.