I was probably overreacting in my last post at the end but ya know, I was riling coz my poor baby bird got treated bad by some hawkers at some Halal coffeeshop in Bugis the night before for no particular reason.

There she was all exhausted after her gym session, I know coz I was on the phone with her prior. The last time she had something to eat was probably at lunch ten hours back. She always goes to the gym on an empty stomach *wags finger at MLB*.

MLB is not one to be rude to people. She doesn't have a rude bone in her body, not even one. None at all. Sometimes she thinks she's being all Incredible Hulky but it's actually quite funny when she does that coz she reminds me of Tinkerbell in Peter Pan. There she is so petite and adorable trying to be angry and all with her tiny voice. Ha ha ha, baby baby... .

Ahem, so anyway.

My point is, the bozos at the prawn noodle stall at the coffeeshop had no reason to be rude to her. Now, swearing at MLB is a big no-no as far as I'm concerned, particularly when she has done nothing wrong to begin with.

She merely corrected the person preparing her order for preparing her something else she didn't order. I mean, what's wrong with that? She WAS paying for her food wasn't she? She wasn't begging was she?

MLB said to me later on that they'd probably had a bad day. I mean, they don't know what 'bad day' means because I run this 'bad day on demand service' and I really can offer them a bad day if they want it so bad. Only then they'd know what 'bad day' means. Till then they just don't.

But she asked me to relax. That seemed reasonable to me. Afterall there's only three more months to go and I really shouldn't be doing anything stupid. So I did. I counted 1, 2, 3... all the way to 156748, took a deep breath and was rewarded with a clear head when I was done.

Retail therapy also helped. I got myself two new soccer jerseys, a new watch and a um, and uh, and another bag ok. So shut up. What's another bag compared to the health and well-being of a couple of prawn noodle sellers anyway? Harrrumph.

So with a head full of... nothing, being clear-headed and all, to set things right, I took my baby bird o' baby bird o' mine to dinner after she was done at the office. I was tired and all and could really do with the extra few hours of rest but I just needed to see her eat. In front of me. Where I can witness food entering her mouth with my own two eyes.

Obviously it's just an excuse. I don't need a reason to wanna hang out with my favourite person. Any excuse will do. Besides, I'd be stuck in camp for a few days reluctantly performing my national reservist duty next week and I'm pretty damn sure I'll be missing her like crazy.

So yeah, I agree with her when she says reservist should be banned. Or at least shortened to five years or something. There are more important things to do in the real world for non-career uniformed personnel like me than pretending to be cowboys and Indians once a year. The white horses have it easy. What do they know about these things from on top their high horses?