Papers strewn all over the desk. White A4s and yellow post-it notes covering the beech coloured desk. I still have half a glass of plain water, still and stagnant. We speak of enchantments being put into food and drinks, so everyone would put aside any food or drinks that have been left unguarded. Then again, I throw caution to the wind with a bismillah, and drink it in one go. Nothing is to keep me from quenching my thirst.

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Food is pricey. One lunch with grilled fish and an orange juice cost me almost RM10. And this is in B@ngi, not some uptown B@ngs@r place where everything is marked up over the top. And I still haven't thought about what to cook for dinner yet. Take out is not an option. It's money splurging thats what take outs are.

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We're going to Berj@y@ TimesSqu@re tomorrow. There is a symposium of some sort. Compulsory for ROs, which I detest. Give me a break, it is in the middle of the city, where human sardines exists during rush hour either on public transports, or on the road (then it'd be vehicle sardines). Why could they not have picked a much lax location, like Putr@j@y@ or Cyberj@y@? Pftth