I have too much time in my hands though. As usual I guess, ever since my career change. When I made the switch, I have made plans, some plans did made it, some didn't and I'm still waiting for it to come. Talking about job, it is still a wonderful job although there is not much to say about the team.

I also turned older just like every other year. It has never occur to me when I was young that eventually, I'll have all these things coming. I have a loving husband who loves me and someone I love to stick to. I have a loving family although at times, they can be weird. I learn anyway, to love each other's flaws and to accept, I try to be understanding although at times, it does get trying. I am still learning to be content with what I have.

This is me just trying to be groovy. The pen is beneath a glass coffee table and my hand above the glass table. I'm famished now and waiting for my friends to come. They are eternally late and I do not know why I will want to believe them in the first place. 

And... I am going to abruptly end. :p this place is also horrible. I have been sitting here for the past 30 minutes and no one actually cared about me. It's Da Paolo at the Club street by the way. All the staff smokes outside, not knowing that the smell does travel inside the eatery since it is so small. I wonder am I the only table around tonight. Now, I hope the food will make up for it, because the passive smoking is sure going to harm my lungs. They sure can smoke non-stop.