I woke up at 645am. Read the papers and bathed. It was going to rain, so I skipped watering the plants. I prayed. Made orange juice for both Sis and I and sat down for brekky, continuing reading the papers. 'I will be late,' I thought to myself. But I carried on with the dishes and basic cleaning of the kitchen. It was raining heavily anyway and I hoped that the rain will weaken. I got out of house at 815am. The bus didnt reach until 5 minutes later and the traffic was heavy. MRT was slow as well.
Needless to say, I'm late for work. 48minutes late (the point I sat down at my desk) to be exact. And
Needless to say, I'm late for work. 48minutes late (the point I sat down at my desk) to be exact. And
LATE IS LATE
no matter what excuses
I knew I will be lateno matter what excuses
I should have gotten up earlier
I knew the rain wont stop in the next 30mins
I should have left home earlier
I knew the bus, traffic and MRT will be heavy on a rainy days
Bah. I'm late. First time I'm so late.
I cannot be late for the get-to-know-me session later
