Q: How do you make an Indian girl explode?
A: By pressing that little red dot in the middle of her forehead.
That was Tse Whei making fun of me during lunch yesterday. Almost strangled him with my belt and tossed him into Singapore river.
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Woke up looking like a little Indian yesterday morning. Was seriously considering calling in sick because I have this mega-huge-and-red zit smacked right in the middle of the bridge of my nose. I mean, it must be a social crime to step out of the house looking so hideous! Of all areas on my face, that stoopid pimple had to grow at a super-obvious zone where even a 6ft manager could see.
Hid it with foundation and concealer today. Thank god it is drying up already!
Oh well. I went for a house viewing yesterday. The unit was acceptable: located on the 8th floor, about 8 mins from the mrt station cum bus interchange cum shopping mall. Reason why the owners were moving out? They are upgrading to a bigger house. Fully furnished with air-conditioning in every room, windy and quiet area, and the price is reasonable. Gonna check out another unit on Sunday afternoon before making up my mind tho. Maybe take some pics this time.
Dad was asking, why not view more units before deciding? Besides, $1.9k is rather expensive. He-llo, house hunting is a very very exhausting and frustrating feat. I only have two weeks left before I fly to Aussie (woot!) and I surely must settle everything before then. The sista has exactly one month to search for the 3rd housemate since her friend bailed out at the last mo. Hot damn. Some people are just born irresponsible!
Kiez, back to work now. My manager expects everything to be completed before 5.30pm today. Crap. Looking forward to a quiet Friday night at Settlers Cafe later :P
Responsibility is a choice~
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