SeEking my Polaris

Woo.. another gathering this Friday. Last Friday, we went to Ichiban, and the queue was like damn damn LOOOOOOONNNNNNGGGGGGG. Lousy queue system, or the lack of it! Though everyone recorded their names down on a little black book. The poor waiter has to endured masses of people going up to him every minute and asked, 'so when is my turn? I have waited for [insert no. of minutes here] already! How long do you want me to wait?' Feel like telling them to cool it... cos everyone is waiting! If you are not happy, go to Macdonald's lor.

Gals are born with an advantage.. we simply kill the waiting time by chit-chatting! But we did move closer and closer to the waiter though, to make sure he didn’t leave us out when its our turn. Guess the damage? We waited for one solid hour, on foot, to get to our tables. Nah, that’s totally not my style.. I wouldn’t even bother to queue up even if they are serving shark’s fins for free. I hate queuing because 1. It is a freaking waste of my time, and 2. No class. But, well if im entertained during the process, that’s another matter altogether. Ate our fill, talked our fill, drank our fill… then its time to leave. Good times fly eh..

I finally understand why im so apprehensive of marriages. I scared my husband will be unfaithful; I scared communication break down after marriage; I scared that love will fade… but the scariest thing is, after [insert no. of years] of marriage, your start to wonder.. who is this person sharing live with you? Sleeping beside you.. do you really know him at all? People do change..

Je ne sais pas l'amour

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