Trying to be cute...

Becoming cute, is not becoming for some people. With me, it's a standard feature. Or so I thought.

On Friday night, I sent out 3 messages, trying to be cute. This morning, already having a sleep-elusive night, it blew up in my face. I was called a few things, that is not to the effect of being "cute".

And I was yelling down the mobile by 9 am. I was Carrie. White. Not Bradshaw.

This, is a definition of trying to be cute :

"Back in KL the next 24 hours only! It is not the end of the world. I am sure you will survive!"

Good riddance.

"Yeah, it's about time!"

Yeah, sod off. I have no doubt I will survive.

When the text came in, the dedicated ring tone was a welcomed distraction, although an exasperated sigh escaped. But nonetheless, it took my mind off certain things. Certain Monday things. And I was back at my desk (not really, I was working for 3 separate desk from 3 separate islands in the office)

Thank You for all efforts on a Monday for it to be not so blue, not so dazed.

Shine on Skype ID today : Grumpy - Attorneys At Law : Fakov & Dai