Finally. I feel that I can breathe again. Kinda nice to be missed. I am so touched.
It's my best friend's birthday today. Happy birthday V darling. I remember the first time we met. She was sitting in front of me, dozing off at the introductory lecture on our first day in law school. She's a hotshot lawyer now while I spend my working hours walking around in my socks and jammies. Still, she is the one person (apart from my sisters) who will genuinely tell me that my ass looked big in a particular dress, listen to my tirades and will tag along for my teh tarik highs, no questions asked.
She doesn't really know about this blog so won't get this greeting. I have so far tried to keep my virtual life distinct from the real one. But sometimes I wonder which is which. My so-called 'real' life is mired in so much angst. Jane Sunshine keeps my sanity intact in such instances. Last night for example, Jane Sunshine emerged and insisted that I skive. You see, three lovelies had called with an impromptu invitation that she join them for Malaysian food at Mawar, fabulous company included of course. The sambal and laughters galore made her feel all warm and fuzzy to be sure.