went to work with my passport in handbag. walked with a spring to my steps. somehow i strangely felt adventurous, like i can just go anywhere on this fine friday. was daydreaming in the mrt, seeing myself taking a bus and cross the causeway to johor or a ferry down to batam, or even go to the airport and see whats the next departing flight (ala amazing race).
alas, the mrt stopped at somerset stop and its back to reality. have to get off the train and go to work. sneaked a peek in my handbag and my passport is teasing me again. If only......