Pink pomelos

A minor day-long disagreement with Ronald caused me to buy a kilo of peeled pomelos from the supermarket. I decided to include this in my organic diet since I’ve been discounting fruits; it’s awfully inconvenient to eat unprepared fruit. Fructose is terrific for leveling the serotonin, three bites later I was smiling all the way home.

Off duty

I went to the supermarket after work; looking slightly androgynous in my belted 2-sizes-big gold button down and all-around pair of short khaki shorts. This gold shirt often confuses me; I know its a prize catch when i put it on but as the day progresses I feel drab. I have yet to discover the best way to wear it because I don’t want to keep giving away my clothes, not minding the fact that I’ve had it for four years ever since my size 12 days.

There are several ups to working in the biggest mall in the country. Everyday is window/shopping day; and there is always an excuse to look like a superstar, because something might just come up.

Directly proportional are the downs, because the cash register is just a few meters away. If nothing is scheduled for dinner, the lure of trinkets and toiletries is like honey to the bees. And supper at home seems too tedious to catch so why not grab a hefty jambalaya or a pomodoro, and cap the night with spirited coffee. Ah, nothing beats esteemed restaurants.