he's bringing sexyback

The second toe from my left, on the left foot, is bleeding. The price of vanity indeed. It does not help to listen to clubbing music just hours away from tomorrow. Oh the urge. Driving me nuts.

I've a lot to accomplish by tonight really. If I can finish the Masters, then I can do the coaching and extreme sports. Then tomorrow, all that's left is the extra bits and pieces and my colleague can try and piece the rest. So far, Egan says that it's looking decent. :)

Tomorrow shall be casual Friday. I'm actually attempting androgyny, because the ViVoCity trip made me realise how fun it is to obscenely ogle at girls and make them uncomfortable. Ok. I lied. I didn't do that. But I want to see how far and how well I can pull it off. Blame it on The L Word for making me want to be so sexually undefined.

Justin Timberlake, I really do ♥ you. Why must you be so hot and create music that makes me want to wind and grind around a pole? I'm rambling nonsense. It's the combination of caffeine, cigarettes and the final vestiges of RedBull that's ebbing from my system. I still have one can left in the office and the bowl of instant noodles under my desk.

Contemplating an uber sporty look. Since I'm not meeting the mates tomorrow, don't rightly know what I might be doing (oh wait, forgot that I'm going out at night). Books! Yes, I've yet to head back to the secondhand bookstore and get my latest read. I need a watch and accessories. You know, I don't know how to accessorise. That's why they say that I always look so plain. BUT I'M ALWAYS IN A RUSH! Actually, no. I just take my own sweet time getting my hair dry. Erm yes. Random bimbo moment.

HAHA!

Last night I caught So You Think You Can Dance and they danced to Mister Timberlake's SexyBack and it just made me feel like dancing. Again. I want to learn hiphop and salsa. The latter's pretty sexy and I hear, it's a damn good workout. Rui says there's a place that packages 8 lessons for 100bucks.

Sweet.

I want the Rowenta hairdryer. I want a lot of things but first and foremost, to clear off the bills and transportation and food and cigarettes and everything else. Will set aside 50 come the next paycheck because paying adult fare is just ridiculous. Sigh. Ok. Shall stop rambling because I don't have anything remotely intellectual to talk about and this might turn into random fashionblog for reasons so obvious even the blind get hit by it.















Lame.
Shower.
CIAO!