..::..It's National Day tomorrow, I'm not patriotic but I'm wearing red shoes.I think it's a pretty pair of shoes. Maryjanes, more like it. With a simple flower like embroidery around at the front. My mum likes it. Imran says its cool. But I think it's pretty. Of only I have smaller feet. No, smaller feet in a pair of Maryjanes will make them look almost non-existing. This is the biggest size I grabbed from the store, and still with my long feet they looked incredibly smaller to me. Had company lunch just now at Marche. Stuff look good, but I can't eat most of them as usual. So I grabbed the mushroom soup, and fish and wedges. All of us had to squeeze at this tiny table which is a little too small and uncomfortable cos the place was too crowded. But thanks to them, really. This is the first company I've worked for that does not squeeze their accounts. They spend reasonably, sometimes maybe a little overdoing it. That explains why I think they can never be really wealthy. Although they do get on my nerves at times, I still think they're really good-hearted people. I guess that lies on the little-est things they do around here. Go for movies together. Stuff the fridge. Sharing things. Controlling tempers. I could go on. Like how Karen let me stay overnight to spend Imran's birthday. Now Mike make every effort he can to chat up with my friends who came to do dubbings. How Irene shares her sweets with EVERYBODY all the time. How they all say their thanks at the right time. This is a nice, homely place. Maybe luck's not with them at the moment...::..