hat-trick.

when i walked out of the house today
i kinda had the earlier half of my day planned

first half would be "me" time

meaning i was gonna go for a hair-blowing session
i am not my mother's daughter if i dont tell u hair-blowing is therapeautic

there is something calming about the whole process:having ur head rubbed and scrubbed, having it blown into volumous proportions and staring at ur own reflection for like an entire 45 mins and browsing thru magazines that makes it so relaxing
n the moment u swagger out of the salon, u wait for AT LEAST one person to say something gd about ur hair to make ur money's worth..

so my day went swell,had my eyebrows plucked. resisted the urge to do a manicure. felt fabulous in a nicole-richie inspired top.

my day was going FINE,i had to run an errand and i swerved into a lot behind a car and took pains to tear a coupon becos i;ve been feelin so victimised by the parking pontianaks lately

i came down to my car within the half an hour that i paid for and i SCREAMed when i saw a white frikkin ticket on my windscreen.
she must have made a mistake. i displayed a coupon.im still within the half n hour.WHAT CAN POSSIBLY go wrong?!?

then i saw it printed on the bottom of the slip.
i had accidentally parked into a coach lot.
a COACH lot .wtf. the car that was previously parked infront of me was gone. it was replaced with some kinda mini van.i shld have checked the floor when i got out of the car. i was on the verge of tears.

i think im going to write an appeal. 4 parking fines.$200 in 2 weeks. that fine made me feel shitty alright. totally destroyed the pantene moment..

took the ECP and snapped a pic of the ferris wheel or the singapore eye or whatever its gonna be called.
indulged in Kaka and basically felt like shit the whole day.

u know i think i can write a book about my life revolving parking fines.