BLEAH...

I just wanna mentioned that belts are so pwned by suspenders before I delve into my topic of the day.

Suspenders > Belts.

Okay, done :D
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I've been a bad, bad girl...

It's workday, but I came to Mel's to stay over. *Shakes head at herself* Should have realised it was a bad idea.

I woke up at like 6.45am, determined to get out of his house by 7am so I can go catch bus 77 into town. The trip itself should take 45mins on it own, and with the morning traffic, I would need about 75-90mins to reach Somerset, I think.

Which is why I'm now stuck at his place now, in a dilemma.

I'm all dressed up, hair's gelled, mosturised and clipped, and yet I don't really feel like going to work. (Omg, playing hooky at the end of my first week! Lol)

The main reason is that I don't wanna take a cab... I had scrumptious but expensive fish & chips from The Book Cafe yesterday, and I've spending almost vivaciously because of my new year's resolution. (And that's to make myself very, very happy this year, remember?)

If I'm late, I'll still need to take a cab when I reach Somerset Mrt station. Plus my ez-link ran out of money. BLEAH!

Sigh... I kinda intend to call in and give them a lame reason that I have to come in for half day's work in the afternoon, but I forgot to get the extension number of my colleagues.

And that I really hope to see the angmoh superior in his suspenders or 3 piece suit once more before the weekend comes. He's not handsome, you know, not the way like James Marsters, but his suspenders made him look so sexy... *Palms cheek and swoons*

Damn, if only I have a camera phone; It would be so much easier to take a photo surreptitiously than to whip out my digicam!

To work half a day, or not to work? That's the question. (Yes, I've defamed Shakespeare. So sue me.)

Should I stay or should I go. (For you musical imbeciles out there, its a song by The Clash.)


My mood right now...

Guess him correctly and you'll get a kissie from me!