just minishorts.

I thought yesterday's blackout was a wonderful thing. As I was driving home from my office, five minutes after my boss gave us the greenlight to pack up and go home, my carpool-mate pointed out that there were lights in the shops lining up SS 15, and then we stared at each other and burst out in laughter!!!

'Boss must be damn pissed now…'
'Muahhahaha, lucky we left in time.'

Apparently, 15 minutes after the directive to go home earlier was given out, the lights came back on. Ha. Ha. Ha.

I'm an evil worker. Even knowing that I have tonnes of work to finish in the office didn't make me stop enjoying my surprise half-day leave. This sort of thing ought to happen more often. Heh.

It poured heavily in the evening. April came over with her lil' sis for mamak and we were almost drenched. Somehow the noise on the zinc rooftops made it impossible to crack silly jokes so we contented ourselves to gulping down the food. Though I must say that at the rate I'm having supper every night, it's highly likely that I'll have to start starving myself silly one of these days.

That should not be a problem since I've just been told that I'm expected to slave day-and-night over the next three months to meet deadlines.

Eric's off to Malacca for three days and I finally have time to myself. *Hooray!!!* Now let's see what I shall do?

Not eat so much.
Sleep more.
Take my mum out.
Shop for some CNY clothes.
Get my stash of sable-haired make up brushes.
Get the eyeliner and lipliner pencils ready.
That wedge sponge as well…
And the black coloured mascara from Bobbi Brown.

Yes I'm on a major MAKE-UP binge, and it's an expensive one, because my agency insists on only Shades, Bobbi Brown and Benneye as product lines. Apparently these are the only brands that work for photo shoots.

Uhuh. Someone verify that for me please? RM800 on day and night make up isn't exactly cheap, yeah?

Recently…

There's a lot of whispering going on in the air around me and the attention isn't exactly flattering. I don't like to indulge in speaking up for myself, though I must say I'm very tempted to do so. I know that I don't have to explain things for myself?the outcome of my decisions are always enjoyed/suffered by myself anyway.

But I still feel like saying this:

You don't know what happened. I haven't told you everything.
You won't know what happened. I won't tell you everything.

So. There. Mmmm.

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