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Ironing is an art, and I have a rack of half-iron-ed shirts to prove that I have no talent in that area. After ironing for an hour last night in the sweltering heat, I gave up. My shirts looked as if they were never ironed. I can't be stuffed anymore. Ironing in all that heat made my already sweltering room a sauna, and sweat poured from every pore of my skin whilst I endeavoured to smoothen every crease on those damned shirts of mine. I figured that since it's freezing in the office, I might as well just throw on a blazer to hide the creases on my shirt. It worked.I'm dying for Good Friday to come so that I can relax with the gals!! This week is still slack week for me because Wednesday is slack day - we can do anything we like and wear anything we like. Life's good. At the moment. Did I mention that I had a soft spot for beautiful eyes?? Hmmm... :D
Yinny was Joshing around @ 4:13 PM