Which I think would find itself a pretty decent footing in this little space.

We are very pride-ful people, and we were trying to see who the pridest of all.

I was bored. It was late. The girls were busy.

Yet. When someone who loves to hole up at home feels an incredible urge to head out, she has to do what she has to do.

Surprisingly, when I asked for coffee everyone wasn’t that busy. And when I suggested ‘coffee’ over at JD’s, Miss FF very eagerly offered to bring coffee over.

But we didn’t need caffeine to dissipate those fatigue. Our stamina very good. So far, we have not yet met any man who could match up to us. Ahem.

JD bought FF coffee instead.

And…. we got down to business pretty swiftly since it wasn’t exactly early.

When it first ended around 1ish, we were making each other to be the least pridest. And after lotsa of provocation, blame-shifting(it was funnier than it was aggressive), daring and stifled smirks(FF’s one especially, when she dropped the chips into the bag to show how disciplined she was), we actually fished out everything again after keeping them.

Never tempt with fate, we decided.

And we have many internal counselling and psychological analysis sessions. So if you think we look tired over the mahjong table, it is just the radio.

And they are bery ebil fwens. Bery bery ebil. They sing horrible songs and make horrible jokes.

***

I am such a scrooge, I snubbed all the ComfortDelgro cabs and took a black taxi(they operate on their own, I think) instead.

It would cost me 4 or 5 dollars more if I had succumbed to otherwise. I made the uncle laugh when I told him I had intentionally waited.

But what I didn’t tell him was, I didn’t quite want to head home either.

***

Enough, but not enough.

How far will you go, when it is enough, and enough?

I don’t know.

I think this hurdle is just mine to cross.

One day, I shall confess.