modern girls always get their way, modern men dream of what they can't say.

I think school has taken away the fun part of me, because when I was on the bus in the morning I passed by a limp orange-coloured windsock and all I could think of was a good Viagra ad: Bet You Want It Stronger.

I'm telling you, my head is full of ideas interspersed with various loads of shit.

In other news, yesterday Rizan and I broke our fast together somewhere behind Kovan Mrt Station, eating a small pack of sushi, Curry-O and bubble tea while sitting at a chess table I bet several old men have wiped their mucus on. I had a bit of his mini-mooncake (which didn't really send me to the moon). We were giving each other goofy grins in between mouthfuls of food because I was late for tuition, and let's face it we were having fun. He actually wanted to study today but I have given him the Glare so my Saturday should be regular and good.

I expect to lose some holiday weight during the fasting month. I'm comfortable but there's always this really tiny but alarming possibility I might not be able to fit into my (mother-approved, tailor-made) baju kebaya. Then again maybe I should keep my chunky inner thighs, because even when you're sitting down in the train wearing a short skirt and your knees don't meet, no one can see your underwear.

Ohh you know what I mean.