Everytime I wrap my cheap and uselessly thin “Pashmina” shawl around my shoulder, I imagined I’m still in bed, wrapping my thin but warm blanket around my body. Head still nestled between my pillows, ignoring the morning alarms.

I haven’t had my solid cup of black coffee yet. I wanna sleep. So badly.

I’m very hungry too. Think I wanna have some hor fun for lunch later. Best if it’s beef hor fun. Steamy, hot and velvety smooth beef hor fun. YUM.

I wanna plug into my ipod but if I do, I won’t be able to hear my surrounding. Which means I can’t surf the net discreetly. Why don’t I get down to my work? Because there is no serious need to rush as the sample room is __.

God I’m so bored. Gawd I’m so bored. Oh my god, I’m so bored.