Damn suay day

I managed to iron a hole in that damned shirt. I don't know how, I've nv tried it before, but I did it today. Somehow that means I spoiled the iron as well.. Since the fabric is like, super stuck to the iron.. So I was left with NO long sleeved shirt, and had to dig out my super old blue 3/4 sleeved one. As if disaster can't be alone, the button on my pants dropped. The great news is, the button is not those kind that you can sew back on, it has this plastic thingy which completely broke. So I had to find some other button that doesn't look too off and sew that damned thing on.

Then I met ze at the bus stop, and we went for lunch. Somehow, the pasta managed to get onto my shirt. And I haven't been spilling stuff on my shirt FOR SO FREAKING LONG! Made a mess outta myself.

Then the interview questions were totally unexpected, not like what others tell me at all. So I was totally stunned by the questions, and answers kept repeating, and... Simon actually asked ze why he thinks they need more MEN. =.=

I guess you got the idea. :(