So I started work today. For the clueless, it's at Changi Airport.

I called Serene up at 8.10 this morning and went "EH, I HAVE A MINI BITS AND MINI TOONS AND BENGAWAN SOLO AND WAAAH, GOT COFFEEBEAN!" How ridiculous acting like a suaku about all these in front of a Malaysian. Throw face only.

I think my workplace is really huge and I have trouble finding my office. I'm also staggered by the tight security around the damn place and now they tell me I need to pose for a photo sometime this week so I can get my pass and be allowed into the transit area. (But then so sad, I'm not allowed to bring cigarettes out )):

Normally I'd complain because I've been having a fat day month year life but now that Terminal 2 has been upgraded, I CAN SHOP IN STYLE BEBEH! HERMES, GUCCI, CHOMEL, HERE I COME. Haha, wishful thinking lah eh naddy.

My first day was spent reading factsheets, media releases and the inevitable admin work. But they tell me I'll be writing for the CAAS newsletter and also helping out with events like celebrities coming in to entertain the passengers while in transit (can you believe I just missed INXS. Oh how sad.)): And I have two articles to be submitted by this week. I'm just really, really tired and I miss the boyfriend so damn much even though I just saw him yesterday.

Oddly enough, his dad called me up to ask how I was doing, how my day went, and to encourage me whereas the parental screeched at me on the phone the minute I called her. FEDDUP, I tell you. So fucking unreasonable.

So tomorrow's another day and someone's birthday and I have no idea what to wear. I have a total of... 5 office outfits. HAHAHA MAMPOS. I also have to go look for a cobbler because the rubber sole of my office sandals are wearing thin and I'm slipping all over the damn place. So tak glam.

And before I forget. I'm 2 hours early but...