So the government worries,
That us Singaporeans are too apathetic.
Bomb-like object,
Left unattended at the MRT station?
Who the hell cares.
Male-like lifeform washing hands in the Ladies?
Oh my God!
Call the security!

And that's how yours truly,
Ended up in the security control room today.
I've had my fair share of toilet horror stories,
But this one takes the cake.
So everyone else outside the toilet got a free show.

Next time I will carry my IC with me.
Seriously.
And as for that bitch,
Who the hell wants to peep at you???

Gee.
Was planning to blog about something happy,
And not this.

I feel super sian though.
My supervisor sprained her leg,
And couldn't possibly climb up the ladders over at RC,
So she had to go over instead.
Which means I won't see her until Tuesday.
B-o-r-i-n-g.

Hello guys,
I have a confession to make.
If it isn't already obvious enough,
Has anyone ever wondered,
Why I refuse to quit this silly job,
Why I chose to quit school to sell shoes,
And why was I so unhappy to work at RC?

She may never be mine,
But that's not the point.
She has singlehandedly rescued me,
From a very depressive 2003,
And her presence alone makes me incredibly happy.

I swear it's not a looks thing,
Though I can hardly keep my eyes off her these days.
Sigh.
If only she knew.