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^{Saturday, February 6, 2010}
A late night Hallmark movie accompanied with the moonlit sky curbed gnawing hunger pangs and enthralled restless minds.

^{Friday, February 5, 2010}
Out of breath all the time; I can hardly supply these hungry lungs with the oxygen it craves.

^{(2 weeks ago)}
I’m in a multi-purpose hall helping several old ladies set up chairs and tables for a function. A guy with dark hair takes my hand and leads me to a corner with dull yellow painted walls. He tells me that one of the old ladies keeps smacking him, then returns to shifting the chairs.

The scene changes and I’m walking in a shopping mall, brainstorming ways to see him again when I bump into Amelia. She seems to be in a hurry and tells me she’s running late for a lunch date. I ask if we can meet after. She responds with a hasty “maybe” and steps onto the down escalator. I call out to her, ask if meeting downtown’s okay, but she gestures that she’s only heading out somewhere nearby.

I walk to a crowded burger joint with long queues. Standing to one side by an unattended counter, I survey the menu board above. It has no words and shows only small pictures of the burgers they offer, which annoys me.

Even though I’m not standing in line, a spunky lady in uniform with short hair approaches the empty counter and asks for my order. She removes the metal sign sitting on the counter imprinted with the word ‘alone’ (as pictured above) which I find puzzling. I glance at the menu on the counter hoping it will be more helpful, but it’s still the same small pictures without any descriptions. I try to decipher what burgers they are, then decide on a safe choice and order a cheese burger.

When my order’s ready, I take out a waxy paper bag with a messy, half-eaten burger to pay with. It disgusts me and I’m not keen on touching it. The spunky woman bravely digs her whole hand into the paper bag and pulls out the burger currency, as though it’s the norm.

Carrying the meal on a tray, I turn around and conjure up other plans.