Maybe
Maybe it's the intensity of the recent classes.
Maybe it's the PMS.
Maybe I am near the closing of another year.
Or maybe, I was just hungry, because I skipped dinner.
I had a sudden urge to eat Crab Bee Hoon from Melben, while I was on MSN chat with a friend last night. It's just, suddenly I thought I could smell the dish. Of course, it's not possible that someone was eating the food at such an unearthly time. (Sometimes I am amazed how the brain can "concoct" such thoughts in my head without physically placing the food in front of me.)
The desire became so intense that I put my desire together with my msn id. I was expecting someone to take notice of the change of nick, and invite me for some crab eating the next day. The friend whom I was chatting didn't see my intention; I don't blame her, she should be prudent with her money now, her wedding is going to happen soon.
I then resort to pop a smiley at another friend, in hoping that he will notice that too. I got a question mark in return. The intensity of the hunger was stronger than ever, and I was sleepy (I don't know how you attempt to understand that, but that was what I felt). There were no further response from him. I suddenly realised that he must be chatting with his potential soulmate, and wouldn't have time for me. So I promptly cut the wait short, said goodbye and logged out.
I was tired, I was sleepy and I was hungry. I did the most unimaginable thing I could do for 2006, or even my life ever. I made instant noodles and added an egg (there was no milk to mimic the milky taste of the crab bee hoon) for taste, and finished it promptly, in the middle of the night. "Well, I can always eat the fried fish bee hoon for lunch tomorrow," I resoned myself.
I went to bed asking myself why do I feel so nasty.
Maybe it's the intensity of the recent classes.
Maybe it's the PMS.
Maybe I am near the closing of another year.
Or maybe, I was just hungry, because I skipped dinner.
Or maybe, it's just a reminder that I ought not to expect that others will care about what Joyce is thinking, wanting, hoping.
Manage your expectations, Joyce, manage it well. You did well that time when you dropped your expectations. You can do it again.
Maybe it's the PMS.
Maybe I am near the closing of another year.
Or maybe, I was just hungry, because I skipped dinner.
I had a sudden urge to eat Crab Bee Hoon from Melben, while I was on MSN chat with a friend last night. It's just, suddenly I thought I could smell the dish. Of course, it's not possible that someone was eating the food at such an unearthly time. (Sometimes I am amazed how the brain can "concoct" such thoughts in my head without physically placing the food in front of me.)
The desire became so intense that I put my desire together with my msn id. I was expecting someone to take notice of the change of nick, and invite me for some crab eating the next day. The friend whom I was chatting didn't see my intention; I don't blame her, she should be prudent with her money now, her wedding is going to happen soon.
I then resort to pop a smiley at another friend, in hoping that he will notice that too. I got a question mark in return. The intensity of the hunger was stronger than ever, and I was sleepy (I don't know how you attempt to understand that, but that was what I felt). There were no further response from him. I suddenly realised that he must be chatting with his potential soulmate, and wouldn't have time for me. So I promptly cut the wait short, said goodbye and logged out.
I was tired, I was sleepy and I was hungry. I did the most unimaginable thing I could do for 2006, or even my life ever. I made instant noodles and added an egg (there was no milk to mimic the milky taste of the crab bee hoon) for taste, and finished it promptly, in the middle of the night. "Well, I can always eat the fried fish bee hoon for lunch tomorrow," I resoned myself.
I went to bed asking myself why do I feel so nasty.
Maybe it's the intensity of the recent classes.
Maybe it's the PMS.
Maybe I am near the closing of another year.
Or maybe, I was just hungry, because I skipped dinner.
Or maybe, it's just a reminder that I ought not to expect that others will care about what Joyce is thinking, wanting, hoping.
Manage your expectations, Joyce, manage it well. You did well that time when you dropped your expectations. You can do it again.
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