Sunday, June 22, 2008

a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do

i mean if there's a massive Burberry sale going on, it's only decent if you do participate in purchasing, right?

when nature calls, it's hard to resist.
and as much as we girls try to resist that temptation, sometimes you jut couldn't help but to succumb.

unfortunately, my bank account certainly doesn't agree with me though,
he's screaming for me to stop.
well, looks like from tomorrow onwards the bloody evil yellow dude will have to stay put at home.
because, this girl, is done with shopping.
she's got enough to last her til the end of year.




ps. anyone who's IN DIRECT NEED of a PERSONAL SHOPPER
please contact me, as i'd be GLAD to help with all your tailoring problems.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

K.'s winter playlist

basically consist of these 3 songs:

1. 大塚愛 - ポケット (Otsuka Ai - Pocket)
2. テゴマス - アイアイ傘 (Tegomass - aiaigasa)
3. BoA - Winter Love

they're all very winter-y romantic songs.





oh also, will be going to the wombats hopefully...

and fuck K.'s missing out on The Fratellis and Death Cab

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Sex and my city

FINALLY got to watch SATC movie last nite
i'm starting to feel ancient cause everyone i know watched it on the first week!
but oh GOD I LOVE EVERY BIT OF IT!!!

also, me and the girls have agreed for a re-watch session next week.
hope the weather will be more dress-friendly next time, so we CAN actually wear our fab dresses.
and oh God i'm getting married in Oscar de la Renta, and a white Dior gladiator sandal.



on the side note, is Manhattan usually strong, or..
a) i haven't had it for a while, so i've become weak and sensitive on cocktails
b) i haven't had it for a while, so i've forgotten the taste
c) the bartender happened to put more alcohol for whatever reason
d) all of the above.

hmm...
on another side note, it's always good to flirt.. i mean go the extra mile of being super nice to your bartender.
but everyone knows that, right?

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

10 bands i still mourn for

10. barby
9. 華族 (kazoku)
8. SHAZNA
7. 苺69 (ichigo rock)
6. ラジオ体操 (radio taisou)
5. パニちゃん (panic channel) -- before 3 members change
4. ヴィドール (vidoll) -- with Yukine and hide
3. MALICE MIZER
2. baroque
1. PIERROT



sigh.
back to reality

Monday, June 9, 2008

i guess this is love

i never really understand what love is.

but people say love is about acceptance.
then i guess, this is love.

they say love is about forgiveness.
then i guess, this is love.

they say love is about compromising.
then i guess, this is love.

they say love is about caring, and giving,
and not wanting anything in return.
then i guess, this is love.

they say love whispers.
it doesn't scream.
then i guess, this is love.

they say love is gentle,
love is kind.
but powerful and strong at the same time.
then i guess, this is love.

above all,
they say love is the most beautiful treasure
God has given to man.
yet sometimes love breaks your wings
and chains you to earth.
if that's what it is,
then i guess, this is love.



but if you,
whom i adore,
don't feel the way i do.
then i guess, i'll love you still
the way i do now.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

just a thought.

sometimes i wish i can be as fluent in sarcasm as B.
then i'll do my title some justice: me the biggest bitch.





sigh.
back to essay.

Friday, June 6, 2008

very short term goal

- research done by Friday.
- essay starts on Saturday.

so counting down:
Friday -- research final
Saturday -- writing day 1.
Sunday -- writing day 2.
Monday -- writing day 3.
Tuesday -- writing day 4.
Wednesday -- final check & send by PM 4


that reminds me i gotta pick up some more books from the library..
this time it's good old Melbourne Uni

and oh shite Yenny's thing is on Saturday.. don't think i can make it though *shrugs*

sigh, i just gotta stop procrastinating.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

confession.

okay, i'm gonna make it clear. once and for all.

I AM A SHOE ADDICT.


i am one.
i splurge on shoes like there's no tomorrow and i love them like a parent love her babies.
i have unhealthy obsession of looking at anything to do with shoes: the shoe department, fashion magazines (if only there's a magazine dedicated for SHOES only!!), designer runways, people's feet (with their shoes on only!), Sex & the City episodes (for their shoes too), and obviously, my own small-but-steadily-growing collection.


i recognise people by their shoes. no scratch that.. i find it easier to remember people by their shoes.
i spend unhealthy amount of $$$ buying pairs and pairs of gorgeous heels and flats.
and now i'm broke because of the last pair that i bought.


i have Carrie Bradshaw syndrome
i'm not proud but i'm not regretting every impulse purchase i made either.

hello world. this is me.
and i think i'm fabulous.

Monday, June 2, 2008

goodbye prison and hello freedom

now that i'm out of the shitehole, i finally get a chance to rest and do nothing for the whole day today.
something that has been so rare and, pretty much i haven't had for at least half-a-year.
but for some reason, i'm used to the busy and tiring lifestyle.
and now that i spent my whole day doing nothing but resting and rejuvenating,
i feel so ... useless...

weird huh?
i think i'm really gonna miss my working days, and God-forbid the place too.. (possibly)
but then again, it wasn't so much the place that made me quit..
it was more the customers..

God, if there was ever any worker's complaint box anywhere,
i'm pretty sure it'd be full of our complaints..
but then again, no one, i repeat, NO ONE ever takes the waiter/ess(es) complaints seriously.
i mean customers are kings.. right?
oh FUCK THAT!!

if getting paid a fucking $15 per hour supposed to make us your servant,
then how about you fucking try it yourself you fucking piece of society landfill?
try being in the store for fucking 6-8 hours, running around all time and stressing out because YOU are complaining about YOUR 5 MINUTES WAIT when clearly, there are twenty or so other customers calling you at the same time,
plus coping with YOUR shit, when clearly it wasn't even MY fault.
oh and all that for what? so you can feel FUCKING SUPERIOR BECAUSE YOU FUCKING PAY A FUCKING $5 HOT CHOCOLATE?
well then, FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING TWAT!!!

sigh, see what hospitality can turn you into?
anyway, now that i'm out.. i'll be in a much sunnier mood.
so friends, worry not!





ps. oh also, my nails can grow properly again now