Sin City
In a sky full of people only some want to fly
Isn't that crazy?
And then you see things
The size of which you've never known before
They'll break it
Someday
Thursday started horribly.
Flashback to Wednesday evening:-
Dad: Kakak! WHAT ARE YOU WEARING TO WORK?!
Mum: Slippers?! You look horrible!
Me: Comfort over everything else. Anyway, at least I don't look like the youngsters you cluck your tongue at.
Dad: Wear proper workclothes and SHOES tomorrow. You can wear flip flops in the office but not to and from work. Downrightsloppy, wearing slippers. Proper attire - It's etiquette. Etiquette!
Me: *thinks: Thank God there's only one day left till Casual Friday*
Back to Thursday morning.
Mum thought I wore clothes fitting for the office (and to be called her daughter), I just thought they were fitting.
I felt dastardly cause work is no place to look good at, in my opinion, unless of course there were people to doll up for.
In my case - None. Nada! Nixxxxx! There's one kinda cute ang moh but he doesn't come to the office often :/ Plus he's my mum's age. Though he looks 10 - 15 years younger than he really is. But still.
BAH whatever, he should come to the office more often :D
I digress.
I guess the whole point of this entry is - Girrrrls, I have a new target!
And to meet that target (literally) - Leave office at 6pm.
No more Boyd's, Urie's, what-have-you's!
(Though someperson's brother/s is/are still quite hot, hehe)
No you're never gonna survive
Unless you get a lil crazy
p/s. Shar, I'm not offended at all. Hot boys sweat, that's how they let off heat, hehe.
pp/s. ZOMG PWC, the hunk I met got bicepssssss and nicenice back! He talked to me eh, HE. TALKED. TO. MEEEEEE! More details when we meet up. Oh yeah, Hajar is so gonna hit me when she hears who's the guy, weeheehee.
Isn't that crazy?
And then you see things
The size of which you've never known before
They'll break it
Someday
Thursday started horribly.
Flashback to Wednesday evening:-
Dad: Kakak! WHAT ARE YOU WEARING TO WORK?!
Mum: Slippers?! You look horrible!
Me: Comfort over everything else. Anyway, at least I don't look like the youngsters you cluck your tongue at.
Dad: Wear proper workclothes and SHOES tomorrow. You can wear flip flops in the office but not to and from work. Downrightsloppy, wearing slippers. Proper attire - It's etiquette. Etiquette!
Me: *thinks: Thank God there's only one day left till Casual Friday*
Back to Thursday morning.
Mum thought I wore clothes fitting for the office (and to be called her daughter), I just thought they were fitting.
I felt dastardly cause work is no place to look good at, in my opinion, unless of course there were people to doll up for.
In my case - None. Nada! Nixxxxx! There's one kinda cute ang moh but he doesn't come to the office often :/ Plus he's my mum's age. Though he looks 10 - 15 years younger than he really is. But still.
BAH whatever, he should come to the office more often :D
I digress.
I guess the whole point of this entry is - Girrrrls, I have a new target!
And to meet that target (literally) - Leave office at 6pm.
No more Boyd's, Urie's, what-have-you's!
(Though someperson's brother/s is/are still quite hot, hehe)
No you're never gonna survive
Unless you get a lil crazy
p/s. Shar, I'm not offended at all. Hot boys sweat, that's how they let off heat, hehe.
pp/s. ZOMG PWC, the hunk I met got bicepssssss and nicenice back! He talked to me eh, HE. TALKED. TO. MEEEEEE! More details when we meet up. Oh yeah, Hajar is so gonna hit me when she hears who's the guy, weeheehee.
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