My panget friend. hehe. she is a new friend whom i just got to know and close to recently. we will message one another everyday even the slightest thing like, 'panget! i want to pangsai but, i am in the middle of the road now.' she heard the confession of my broken heart too. she is single and attractive but, crazy little doodle. she introduced me to this thing call slippers, the thong kind of slippers because i dont slippers. but, i started to learn how to put on one without tripping when walking.

so i told her.. Ako palito and maganda! You panget and majubis! hehe. she wasn't angry but, she laughed at the way i speak.

everyday, i am thinking about how i am going to leave dsot. the people here are great maybe except for one or two. although i have friends in major ot but, they are still irreplaceable.

Sowmiya and i had this casual conversation over lunch about the three of us. She said, 'Ifa, i always think that Winny, you and i will succeed in our career but, not in our personal life.' i laughed but, i was very close to tears when she said that. are we bad women that we don't deserve a decent, good, caring man...? ive seen the tears in these two women and they have seen mine and sometimes, when we talked about our past experiences, we cried together. physically, we may not be working together everytime but, we hold each other in our hearts. whenever, i call for unwind or anyone of us calls for it, Winny will be the first to check our roster for a suitable time to meetup after work. i am going to miss all these.

i am going to miss more than this when i finalised my decision about UAE or Riyadh. Dr Tim asked, 'Ifa, how are you?' 'im good. how are you?' 'im good. so, when are you going to UAE?' spontaneously i said, 'after the bond.' 'good. good. do it when your heart calls for it.'

when my heart calls for it.. hmm. when my heart calls for it. simple yet a strong statement.

ok thats it for tonight. got to go back to this amazing but confusing book which i will blog about when im done. a book where i discover i question myself... who is this Allah's creation called the man...? who are men? and why do they exist? they are not easy to handle. definitely, not the creation where you can twist it with your little finger or read by the back of your palm. while i was reading this beside Sowmiya during lunch, i said, 'Mi, man are idiots!'