I got a Java Chip Grande instead of the Tall Chocolate Cream Chip I ordered. The Java Chip tasted a little lighter and bland, so it was probably blended with low fat milk. And the ham and cheese on croissant was little compared to the Leg ham and zuchinni cheese baguette offered at Jones. I was satisfied still, but gosh, the espresso shot in the Java Chip's gonna keep me awake till 3.

Settling at Starbucks was the last resort. Both TCCs were fully packed. Other cafes that were not that crowded offered only alfresco dining. Air conditioning is so darn important in Singapore lol.

Been pondering about the little things that mattered most to me. And I wonder how many really mattered at all.

So I'm trying to match my emotions to my current expression right now. It doesn't feel right somehow. Never did. And I guess I've always been bad at expressing myself right. So I resort to writing as per usual.

Right now. I look expressionless. Utterly blank and lethargic. This could probably be due to my head too. But yeah. That was what my face told the world. Yet deep down I'm actually pretty happy. I've been jumping with joy inside since I received compliments through feedback forms and emails from customers who enjoyed themselves at Jones. But the excitement's fading real quickly. Think I should work harder for greater things ahead.

Interestingly. I know I've got something I needed to type out so bad at 6pm but all the doodling and dawdling around the area together with my heavy hot brain kinda made the topic burn out. Sigh. I still feel bothered by something but I can't seem to put my finger on it. The gossiping at the next table's not making it any better either.

Oh wells. Think the increasing weight of my head and the dropping temperature of my surroundings are warning signs that tell me its time to go home. For better or worse. Maybe the bed will bring some warmth.

Till I get that feeling back!
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Sylvia. Syl. And someone you'll never expect me to be.