I feel so blue today. Like a morning glory. A shriveled one.

YY bought us all chicken rice for lunch. It seems she hit the lottery again. Since she got back from her trip, she's been down with the flu and cough. But today, her face was glowing and she never looked healthier. She told me it was the yummy chicken rice. i said it was the money. she said it could be, i said it must be!

She told me a really funny thing today and i forgot to tell Em bout it.
She said there was once an old employee who was a driver in our company. One day, as he was walking past the boss' room, he heard her usually ranting, and he said "aiyo! Yu ren qing tian mei tche yao! (someone forgot to take their meds today). Call me lame, but that was the funniest thing i've heard all day. Perhaps I've really learnt to appreciate the simple joys of life.

Do you think i'd cheer up if i struck the lottery too? yes, i most certainly would. I would set up a chain of Balinese themed resort spas all around Singapore that provides FREE services!!!!!!!! and then there won't be so many crazy people here.

I've been sleeping for more than 12hours for the last 3 days. when i'm awake, i'd spend 80% of it pathetically playing games off yahoo, and the other 20% being a normal person (eating, showering, watching tv)...if i carry on doing this, i will probably be paralysed from my waist down because of a blood clot.
i do not have an aimless life. i aim to finalise my designs by next tuesday. i aim to clean my room before next friday. i aim to save 20 bucks a day before next month. i aim to get my tooth fixed by next year! see? a life full of aims!
Through these few days though, i've surprisingly learnt more than i could have, going to classes. i've learnt that
1) i DO lose a lot of hair. i left a white non-woven bag on the floor for 12 hours, and it accumulated like a gazilion strands of hair! ew...!
2) i LOVE watercress! had that for dinner, and now i'm having constant cravings...imagine having a mouth full of it, while sipping on pork soup with dates and white fungus. crunchy...juicy...oh so refreshing!
3) boyfriends think that : girlfriends who  "enter a personal message" next to their nick on msn has A.D.D. THEY SO DO NOT!!! so boyfriends who actually think that way can go sniff cow fart, and brush their teeth with horse poop!
4) perez hilton is the one with A.D.D. can tell from the way he writes
5) my boobs have shrunk. but my thighs havent! what a cruel cruel world..

Had an extremely long blurry night of alcohol, alcohol and more alcohol on an empty stomach. You can guess how it ended.  i hate moments like these. makes me wince when i start having recollections of the night.

Woke up this morning with sha's cat staring at me. How odd. Didn't know her cat was gay.

First thing i thought of was..WOOT WOOT!!! its the "I'M NOT A PLASTIC BAG" day!!!!  Weird how nice things give me a sudden outburst of motivation. i am blessed..

Sha n i took the train down to klcc at 9.45, hoping we'd make it right on time. The moment we got there my heart stopped. the que was so so so so so so so so so freaking long!!! after more than an hour of queing at the end of the line, the guards came and shooed us away saying the bag was already sold out.

There was a commotion at the front of the line. I felt rather thankful i hadnt waited that long. they managed to console some ppl with free notebooks (including yours truly ), but the rest just went berserk. it was all so amusing!!! everyone was shouting! i heard someone say "we want the management to give us an answer!". I feel their pain..so i pretended to go to the front of the line and looked like i was a part of the angry crowd, then a nice lady came and gave me another notebook. I am easily pleased.

The riot got so bad it attracted a whole big bunch of busy body onlookers. This stranger dude stopped and asked me:

Stranger: Who?
Me: Bag
Stranger: Who?
Me: No...not who. What.
Stranger: no celebrity?
Me: No.....it's a bag.
Stranger: So you saying these people are lining up to buy bags??!!?
Me: tsk tsk tsk..yea *shakes head

and he walked off not knowing i was one of those psycho people. yes, what he doesnt know won't hurt him. i really like the bag ma..i shall be mourning my loss. pls pray for me...

Lately i've been getting an overdose of sleep. Maybe i've been living a sleep walking life. I once read about this philosopher who said " I once dreamt of a butterfly fluttering it's wings. Now i wonder if i am indeed a butterfly dreaming of being a man or likewise." Of course those were'nt his exact words but it went something like that. And i dont even remember his name. how unintellectual of me. and i still have the face to quote him. tsk tsk tsk.. (but i did get an A in my philosophy class. maybe thats attributed to my other talent in bullshitting)

anyway, since i was born, my only talent is in sleeping. i have this special "gift" to sleep anywhere, anytime, anyhow. Like last week when i had to stay back, i drank two cups of coffee and found myself dozing off on the drafting table. i suck! i am incorrigible!

I'm supposed to be making some preparations for my interview this sunday. it seems i have a selective mind. when it comes to work, it automatically shuts itself off and my eyelids become heavy. like now..i am fighting very very hard to continue typing. ok. i give up. off to continue my 13 hour sleep.

Eversince i was young, i've had my mind set on being an independent career minded successful bla bla bla...cliche. i'd even eat holding my chopsticks at the highest tip cause someone once told me the higher i hold my chopsticks, the further away i shall be from home. how absurd.
Now that i'm THIS old, i feel i've aged so so much yet i'm still such a baby. it seems i cry about anything. Oh come on, i used to be so tough! I remember mocking Lis cause she cried watching The Lion King!

A Whiner, YES. But a cry baby? a min ago i was bawling like a drama queen cause of some sappy taiwanese series. I even had to fake my "sinus" when darren called. dang! what has become of me??!?!

Dear mother nature, Is it true that people become fragile as they age?