Posted 4:52 PM by Anonymous

A good day is
- finishing that damn test spec just in time to leave the office, pump your last 10 ringgit worth of gas into your tank (another few seconds and you wouldn’t have had to bother because your car wouldn’t have been going anywhere anyway), and touching down at home just in time for ...

- Buffy the Vampire Slayer (your latest slightly embaressing secret – or not so secret anymore – addiction) and drooling over the godliness that is James Marsters (Spike himself) of the tight black t-shirts and oh-so-fine biceps and that razor sharp wit, while feasting on ...

- a home-cooked dinner prepared by your loving if slightly infuriating mother: salad with fresh, sweet tomatoes and an amazing dressing she makes out of onions, ketchup, mayo and vinegar (which you’ve tried -in vain no doubt - to repeat) and her signature fried rice spiced with a sprinkling of fresh chillies for that extra oomph, before ...

- heading into the nice cool shower, to scrub of the grime courtesy of the hot, humid, slightly polluted island you dwell on, then changing into your favorite at-home shorts and tank so you can lie in ...

- bed, fantasizing about the day that your bastard ex comes running back to you, declaring he’d rather die than live another day without you as you ever so nonchalantly tell him where he can pack it, but before you can finish the fantasy ...

- your mind, at last too tired to catch up with the thoughts that race through it, your eyes drooping heavier and heavier, your body relaxed in a place that could only be home, succumb to the night and the sleep that steal slowly over you.