TGIF

The said title was what I have always liked to exclaim on Fridays. You know that feeling of kicking the black, boring pumps away and to find yourself slipping into those leather-like stiletto slingbacks plus the little green dress and getting whisked away by prince charming for a candlelight drink. Pardon the little green dress, I just love green and it looks good on me too.

Its not like I'm having that in reality today, but what could've even be "better" than getting stuck in heavy traffic for one hour on a Friday night. Plus 16 more minutes, to be precise.

It was silly of me to agree to meet my client at 5:30pm today, which lasted for an hour. My stomach then started growling, part of me was about to enter the food court for a munch, the other evil part of me was dying to rush home for 7pm's 心花朵朵开II. Last night's 心花朵朵开preview showed, XX's dad will be trying to rape his own daughter, so damn kan cheong, can? [Mummy will be spanking me when she sees this sentence, "I have been grooming your English since you were 4 and you came up with such a sentence 20 years later!?"]

The bus was crawling and I was busy encouraging it, "C'mon you can do it, ok, we have passed little india, now to newton circus, then to Bt Timah Road." The bus was literally dragging its ass inch by inch and I was eyeing the clock minute by minute. There came this moment, when I was complaining how freaking long this Bt Timah Road was which, it took a whole hour to reach King Albert's Park. I was feeling hungry and nothing to look forward to when I got down from the bus, as it had hit past 8pm and I couldn't watch my favourite series.

Minutes later,
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It took me by surprise when 心花朵朵开II was still on [till 9pm on Fridays!] whilst I was sipping my overcooked noodles with a sigh of relief.

Aahh.Thank God its Friday.