It's 7.07 a.m. during the morning rush hour. I'm slightly early again today as usual...anyway I'm jotting down my thoughts in a little blue notebook as I commute to CLEMENTI (holy shit, i know. I still can't believe it too.) because I'm really sick of getting these spontaneous bursts of inspiration to blog at the wrong moments; read: away from my PC. So I guess "mobile blogging" is the way to go...some people prefer using their cell phones or PDAs, but I'm too old school. ;-)

I'm usually a morning person--- a fact that the earlybirds in the Council Room can attest to...even the divine mr sng aka laosai boy. This morning's no different, except that I haven't exacltly had the time to do anything to my appearance other than throw on some clothes. On the to the MRT station I realised that I didn't have a drop of moisturiser on my face, so the latter looks and feels like Spongebob Squarepants out of water. My neglected crowning glory has chosen the perfect time to stage a revolt, and being the size of a freaking Swiss cottage lately has left me with minimal fashion options. So I pretty much resemble a bag lady from Lardland with a pile of multi-coloured hay on my head.

There's this girl on the opposite row of seats with a pretty interesting bag. It's a plain, semi-transparent tote which says, "This has been a total waste of makeup. Some women get so excited about nothing, and then marry him." The message sounds obscure, but kinda amusing in a bimbotic way. I'm still very pissed off (mostly at myself) and embarrassed about the whole "oh, I'm so confused, I have Man Trouble" nonsense, which involves a certain gent with a pleasantly low voice. I think I can safely say that his interests lie elsewhere (i.e. probably fancies another), so I WISH I wasn't thinking so much when we were out. Dammit.

All this writing is seriously therapeutic. It's like one of the best, infinitely cheaper alternatives to travelling, for the purpose of relaxing and de-stressing. Obviously nothing can beat going on a nice cushy vacation, which is waaaay more pleasurable for the senses, and there is (big fat DUH) NO WORK when you're exploring a exotic new place where you're treated so nicely cos of your status as a tourist. I really miss travelling! Italy and Switzerland was fun, despite me having to overcome my disappointment at being able to afford SQUAT in the world's fashion capital. Thank God for SATS employee privileges. For upgradable seats. You know, ever since I started working I'm actually beginning to realise how hard my Dad slogs for all these. Work is indeed a struggle, most of the time! Bahhhhhhhhh.

On a lighter note, TODAY'S PAYDAY! =D

Show me the money, baby.