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.daC.
01 Nov
coke light
dead cockroaches
slow rock

Thursday, September 08, 2005

+ Work that thing

Speakin of which, i was ubber late for work today. board the train at 9am. yeah. i knew it was pointless to rush hence, i seized every moment there is with great patience. called irene, told her that i'll be late. i leaned back against the seat feelin somewhat relieved. reached the office around 920. and i couldnt find my access card. great.

Should i even mention how my whole day was? i was glued to the computer like nobody's business. drafting advice, letters, emails... by the end of the day i'm completely loss for words. by 1745hrs i humbly excused myself and head home with wati. we had quite a bit of chat on the way back. she alighted the same station as me, and i hang out with her for about 15 mins while waiting for the husband. i too stood there waiting for my husband till wati finally break the news to me. "huda, you're not married.."

its hard to keep up with things when you're ageing.

love this tune by Maroon 5. whatever version this is.... Adam's still hawwwt!!~