I’m so bored inside the office one day that I comtemplated picking up that pack of Salem (which so conveniently came with a matching Salem lighter) sitting right in front of me.

Who cares if it’s stale already? Who cares if it belonged to someone who no longer works here? I’m here and it’s MINE.

I totally forgot bout how I’ll get gastric and headaches once I smoke. Thank god I forgot about it once the clock reach Six.

Eeee. Stale cigs. What was I thinking?!

Sometimes I wonder, will I turn out like Mother Goose? Someone who devotes too much time to work, don’t meet enough new people, not married at 30++, not feminine enough and too bloody demanding.

I don’t want, I don’t want, I don’t want.

I BETTER start imagine myself dating someone long term, then married, then finally having kids with him.

Cos like how my colleague told me, “you must think on the positive side cos you will get what you hope for”. Oh really?

I just got home an hour ago. Had to OT till 930pm cos I kena a big project in last minute. Tomorrow I’ll be going with my boss to present this BIG project to the hansem buyer I met the other day. All he cares about is the project and all I care about is what to wear tomorrow.

I hope I don’t malu myself tomorrow. I hope I don’t stutter tomorrow. I hope don’t use the wrong word when I describe the project to hansem buyer tomorrow. Cos he’s a damn meticulous person.

My shoulder, neck and arms have never ache like this before. How I wish there is someone to massage my fat arms and hammer my shoulder gently. (Reminds me of how I ever massaged someone and really hammered him hard on the back. The next day he complained that it ached even more. Hee Hee. Oh well, practice makes perfect.)

Now now, I need to take a hot shower and do a nice nice manicure on my mouse-beaten hand. Do excuse me now.