BKT for lunch

It's a Monday. And I was trying to jump-start today. I've been plagued with aching tummy since I got up this morning. And I thought I was just hungry.

Boss is already out for today. I cannot be out too. But I feel like I'm hardly here. I cannot feel any better right now as I was this morning.

I knew when I woke up this morning, he's probably at the airport already. And I sent an sms. He's probably boarding soon too. And I will wait another week.

I cannot deny that this person does indeed help pick up the day, mostly when he is in town. Feels different when he isn't. Maybe next Monday if I have tummy ache I would be able to jump-start my day better. *shrug*

Flo and I headed out to look for pork for lunch and had bkt. Beautiful.

When Jules and I went to KK, we checked in and I was delighted that there was a BKT shop right opposite the hotel. And by opening our curtain, we could look into the shop and find out if it is packed for dinner. Beautiful. I thought of no other food but bkt.

I'll blog a pic of lunch tomorrow.

So it isn't a mystery why I've gone ass-wide and belly-bloated.

Since that filling lunch and brief walk back to office, I feel pink already.

Yesterday on the floor, I watched the last episode I have on CSI Miami Season 4. Episode 15. And silently curse Qert for having the complete Season 4. And silently praying. Wondering why I want to do this. Horatio has Marisol. You can look, but you cannot have.

And over and over again I tell myself, Marisol is going to die... *evil glint*

But it doesn't mean that I win. Horatio will still be thinking of her.

Fiction, girl. Fiction!

Sigh.