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miss-matched

The husband forgot to lock the opis door just now and he only realised it when he reached home at 9pm. Being a sweet wife (ehem..hahaha), I accompanied him to his work after a quick dinner. We should have told the taxi driver that we wanted to go back to Bishan after that so I could just wait in the taxi while hubby rushed out to lock the door. But we didn't so taxi driver had responded to a call before we told him.

Nowww...it is very very hard to get a taxi in Tiong Bahru (hubby worked at Jln Ho Swee) after 8pm so we had to walk all the way to Tiong Bahru Plaza and wait for one. The queue was long and the only taxis that came were those with the 'On Call' signs.

Anyway, that wasn't the purpose of this entry. Try imagining me wearing a striped-tshirt covered with a black cardigan and a pair of brown khaki pants. To top off the mismatched clothes, I was donning a purple unironed hijab and maroon sandals. I don't think anyone would want to be caught dead in what I'm wearing. I do admit, I do have my bad days (hee!) but I'm someone who would choose my colours properly before stepping out of the house.

In this case, I thought that I could hide in the taxi while hubby locked the opis door but things turned out otherwise. I became a perfect fashion disaster!

But after more than 10minutes of waiting, we took the MRT home. I'm sure everyone would be too sleepy or tired to notice me (it was already 11pm). I promise myself that no matter where I'm going in future(ok, maybe to He Ji Fa; our neighbourhood store), no more mismatched clothes for me. kwang3x.
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At 1:31 PM, Blogger Zee SHK said...

you dun say! i could have sworn i've seen a clown in the mrt on that day (night)! didnt know it was you! hee!    



At 9:30 AM, Anonymous norza said...

no wonder i thought i saw someone stealing glances at me that nite. *covers head wif brown paperbag*    



At 1:34 PM, Blogger BabyBooned said...

haahahaha!!! and i thought this thing only happens to me!!! its happened more than once or twice for me and i promise myself everytime "Never again!!" but then jadi jugak.... but the good thing is, u didnt bump into anyone that u know, did u??! heheheh except maybe zee shk here..    



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