Drat.

Aiyooohhhhh.

Just got ambush assignment (Lingam tape issue) and will have to sit around at the hotel and stalk people.

And I don't have Pratchett's Mort with me.

Damnit. One last chapter some more.

*bring newspaper*

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Other news:
This morning while on my way to work, a bird took a dump on my chest.

Shit.

Some more I wear white top.

I would've taken a photo but I was panicking trying to flick off the shit with my fingers because I didn't have tissue at that time.

I call Moobs: "It's a sign that the rest of the day will be good!"

Not very good so far.

I tell superwoman editor: "Bird droppings means wealth - you'll be getting a lot of money soon lah."

I wait.