I dragged myself to work and because i felt like i was going to get sick, i wrapped two scarves around myself at my desk.

By 4pm, it felt like 1pm.
Because it was all, “OH MY GOD. Where did the day go? It’s 4 already?!”

After a meeting with Paolo, i rested the side of my head on my moleskine.
“I can’t believe its only Wednesday,” he sighed, “It feels like a week has passed!”
“Paolo… it’s Tuesday.”
“Oh my god.”

Then I had to go for the Chelsea Vs Selangor match at Shah Alam Stadium for work.
The Football Gods must be throwing back all the vengeance i’ve lashed out at them over the course of my life, as it was a grueling journey just to get there – a 2-hour jam.

SarChan and i chatted nonsense in the car.
We sang to Alphabeat.
We thought how nice it would be if we could organize a girlie club night.
We cursed at all the kiasu drivers coming within two inches of my car trying to cut queue at the toll (while i was whispering please don’t scratch my new car please don’t scratch my new car!)

We derived a magnificent system in our heads on how to handle ass drivers on the road.
So it’s imaginary and in our head. We can dream.

Imagine if every time you wanted to report someone for being as Ass Driver, you could make a formal complaint on a website by submitting their license plate number. Of course, you’d have to submit your own license number as well, and every report against someone is a Black Mark.
And when a driver has 50 Black Marks upon his name, “His license will be pulled…” said SarChan.
“For a year.”
“No la, a bit long right… say… two months.”
“Two months is okay, one month is okay too.”
“Yeah la, one month.”

Yeah we were obviously too free and had road beef.

Okay i’m going to eat my dinner now. Yes i know it’s 1am.

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