Some farktards just moved in the next block and they’re having a house warming party at 2 fucking AM. I can hear every word of their conversation and every lyric to their party music.

Go shoot yourselves, retards.

You don’t own the fucking neighbourhood.

Do it just ONE more time, and I’ll have the police knocking on your door. I promise.

I’m in a good mood!

Yesterday was a good day :) Despite the horrifying crowd at 313@Somerset and having to queue for the cashier at New Look for over 30mins, me and PY managed to get some really good bargains, so all’s good. The flea market wasn’t so bad either. Dinner with Stan and PY was good and St James was pretty good too.

So yeh, everything’s good! Except my shoulder hurts alittle now from lugging my heavy shopping around all day.

Oh, and K-pop makes me giddy :)

How is it possible for someone to look this good?

I think it’s the smile. He’s got perfect teeth!

Nothing particularly has happened so there was nothing to update.

Workwise – it’s unbelievable how ONE person can make my life so damn miserable. I feel like I’m being haunted because this person calls me at least 5 times in an hour. Times the 8 hours I work,  she calls me about 40 times  a day. I’ve also been getting strange requests like photoshopping shadows off the walls and such. I SO hate stupid people. Get a brain, for God’s sake.

Met up with Mae and cousin for food and shopping last week. (Digressing, I also managed to check out the Marc Jacobs bag I wanted to get. It’s BEAUTIFUL. I need to get it!) Catching up with Mae was lovely. We’ve fought, quarrelled and gone through months of not staying in contact, yet nothing seemed to have changed :)

My birthday is coming, and I’m miserable. I don’t want to age another year! I’m really, really miserable. I want to hide in a hole until it’s over :(

I’m too old for crushes, aren’t I?

I don’t think I’m particulary hard to communicate with, but here’s a tip anyway.

Whenever somebody suggests doing something, or going someplace which I am not entirely enthusiastic about, yet I could’nt find a good enough reason to say no to, I always go “emmm…ok lor.“

There, so now you now : )

Here are 3 reasons why children shouldn’t be occupying a seat on the train (or at least they shouldn’t be occupying it when there’s someone else in the cabin who obviously needs it more than them)

1. They pay way lesser fares.

2. If kids have enough energy to run around malls screaming at the top of their lungs, they should have enough energy to last them one train ride – standing.

3. Social graciousness should start young.

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WTF Question of the Day: Why are you all drinking so much water?!

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I got a drapey cream blazer, a sequined tank top and some basic tanks recently. That’s all the shopping I did for the last couple of months. The shops are getting boring.

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People who feel that happiness is unattainable makes it difficult for themselves to be happy. I believe happiness is a state of mind, its a belief. I also don’t think it’s wise to depend on someone else to give you happiness. Sigh. But I cannot deny the power of retail therapy.

I don’t know why the people around me tend to constantly do things that render me speechless. I don’t think asking “why” will give me answers. Because getting those answers will only result in another round of “why”s.

I have a hard time getting inspired lately. Inspirationless. It’s terrible. I used to get inspired just by reading a random book, or watching a random movie, or even listening to a random song. You know, just something to get a kickstart on something else? These days, everything just seems so blah.

I was in town last Wednesday (crazy crowded. don’t know why people aren’t working these days) on my day off and nothing made my heart skip. NOTHING. And that’s close to impossible, because shopping is my life, damnit.

On a lighter note, the weather’s been niceeeeeee.

Everyone, fan or not, should catch Michael Jackson’s This Is It. There’s no denying that there are people cashing in on his death – but this movie, this might be the very last time that we can witness the full glamour of MJ on a scale like that. It was a little eerie, seeing MJ on screen again, so soon after his death. But this movie has given MJ life again – even if it was for only 111 minutes.

This Is It gave us a glimspe of  what could have been the biggest comeback act of all time. I can just imagine how explosive this concert would’ve been.

Many times during the movie, I wanted to stand up and applaud.

Even in death, the King of Pop entertains, awes and  surprises.

All my life, I’ve had people telling me that I seem to have an opinion about every damn thing. What’s wrong with having an opinion? There’s nothing wrong – it’s only wrong when it’s not something that people want to  hear.

So I’m keeping my mouth shut.

Many times, it’s not because I have nothing to say. Trust me when I say I have alot to say. But it’s not that I don’t care enough to speak, it’s knowing that saying these things will not change a thing. So what’s the point?

Now do you know why I like talking to strangers?

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I’m not a huge Apple fan – I dispise the fact that Apple uses hazardous material in the production of many of their products, all the while claiming their efforts to go Green.  But whatever. At least their Nano comes in pink.

I know I just slapped myself in the face by getting a nano, but this will be the only Apple product I’ll ever own. And only because it’s in pink.

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The weather is still so damn hot.

You mofos who are still denying that global warming and the greenhouse effect has got anything to do with human activities and that we’re as clean and pure and innocent as newborn babies, are clearly delusional. Stop living in your hole and take a look at what’s happenning around you. Go read up and watch some documentaries for God’s sake and spare us all from your ignorance.