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Friday, December 08, 2006

Random mind wandering…

I was just minutes ago checking out Jesse Bradford. Goodness gracious, he IS still so freaking HOT!!! AoooooGa… you know how that wolf went. ;)

While checking him out I was chatting with my lil cousin and my friend, and also listening to my favourite radio station, which is Gold 90 fm. I love the songs they play, so much.

Recently, I went reading Star Blogs at stomp.com.sg. I enjoy reading May and Choy’s entries, their intelligence and warmth ooze from their words. You should read it too. While we are at this, might I add I have no idea what’s all the big hoo-ha is about, with Xia Xue. Her entries are painstakingly cute and very pretentious. At least, Dawn has a face that one could easily fall in love with and her brain is obviously not small, going by the pretty face standard.

I have been toying with the idea of going back to yoga since the last time I quit. So yesterday when my friend told me she’s picking it up, I immediately asked to join her! How cool is that, going back to yoga and my ‘ohms’… =)

I realised, recently, that telling people who I am, isn’t going to make me who I think I am. It will only make me sound sadly in need of confirmation and assurance. So from now on I will refrain from telling anyone who I think I am. Don’t even bother asking, who do I think I am, it is just plain dumb.

I have known for a long time now that to know a person, one has to know his preference and believes, and to understand someone, one has to know why that’s his preference or believes. But only until I realised that telling people who I think I am isn’t going to work that I finally understood what it means to really know and understand someone.

I am what I want, can?!

Break (went shopping with Derek)

Right now, I’m freaking tired right now! But I’d like to finish up this entry filled with my random thoughts.

I was shopping in town, around city hall and orchard, been walking so much now my legs feels limpy. Ha-ha. I saw lots of hotties today and it is so much more fun today after I made up my mind, not to be so self conscious and try to have and be fun.

Anyway, I saw this lovely shirt from ZARA, but they don’t have my size and the thing is they don’t have it at every ZARA, so I went from Marina Square to Orchard TAKA then Wheelock for absolutely no reason.

There’s this thing about ZARA which really pisses me off. Their sale assistances, mostly Malay girls, are so arrogant and their attitude sinks to high heaven. Every time I enter expecting a change, I get disappointed leaving the shop. At least now I see some Chinese working there. Hope there’d be an improvement soon, if not, I swear I’m going to freaking lodge a bloody complain.

I’m slowly zoning out.

I love my bed. I love my room, my sanctuary. I love goodness… I need my sleep.

Lastly…

Supposedly, NS separates the men from the boys. Ever wondered, what exactly separates the women from the girls?