My Monday morning

It was a bad start to my week on a Monday morning.

Mike left early for his 1st day back to being a reservist today, so I'm left to have to take bus to the train station myself...cannot take a ride from him...boo hoo hoo.

Finished blow-drying my hair and wanted to clip my hair into a "gong kway tao" (tks to Kaline's Hokkien), which I've done several times. Just have to grab the whole butch of fringe and clip it up, right?

But it took me 15 minutes to complete the job, the uncooperative clip just kept sliding off my hair!

By the time I finished, beads of perspiration had already formed on my forehead because I had chosen to wear an outfit that looked like it was snowing in Singapore today. Great.

To take a bus, I had to cross the over-head bridge. It was so dreadful climbing those never-ending steps, I just wished I could set a bomb to blow it up (if this statement is going to land me in an investigation enquiry with the FBI as a potential case of terrorist act, great as well).

Reached the train station and lo and behold, an entourage of a mother with her 3 kids (1 of them was wailing away) and 1 maid decided to stand next to me while waiting for the train.

The wailing kid was crying at the top of her lungs, "I want Mommy, I WAAAAAANNNNNNTTT MOMMMMMYYYYY....HURRRRRRRR AAAAAAHHHHHH HUUUUUUURRRRR!!!"

I thought I was going to go deaf, so I walked a cabin door away.

And that kid went on with that screaming for the rest of my journey.

What a way to start my week...from my look, can you even imagine what's brewing inside of me?

It feels so good to walk into office now and know that I can get on with my work and the rest of my day...