Object of desire - item 3,756

Ooooooo.... Aaaaaaaah..... Waaaaaaaaah....

I absolutely adore this Gucci bag.. it's made of python skin and has this incredible sheen of gold... Oh yah, i love all things gold. Hehe...

Super Duper Argh!

Great! My handphone has decided (without my consent, obviously) to take a leave of absence.... By that, i mean spoil, die, kaput... or watever else u might call it. I can't get the bloody thing to power on again... However, watever, whichever way i tried.. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh! At first, i thought the battery was dead so i went to plug it into the charger.. nothing happened. Then i dismantled everything and tried again... nothing happened. Finally, i thought my SIM card was faulty, so i went to change to another SIM, nothing happened. So i concluded. My stewpid handphone is officially DIED!!!!

But that's not the best part.... So, i thought, better check the SIM card too. I plug it into a working phone and hey, presto, guess wat it said. "Insert SIM card". Wonderful. Brilliant. Fantastic. Super duper i-wanna-kill-myself-now.

And so now, i am uncontactable. And to top it all off... i lost all my contacts (for the moment, until i crawl to Hello! to get a replacement SIM and provided they can still retrieve my contacts from my old SIM). I can only remember a few frens' numbers in the deep recesses of my puny brain. So if u dun hear from me or i dun reply to ur smses, it's not my fault!

I need a new handphone... On that note, i need a new 'everything!' :(

Why do u have to fucking make me fucking angry every fucking day?

My patience is wearing thin.... nuff said.

I need a hobby!

I noticed that i have been blogging mostly on weekends. Gosh! I seriously have no life watsoever. Or i have no frens watsoever. Either way, it's so extremely pathetic! No... i am not asking you to sympathise me. Nah, i dun need that. I prefer more constructive solutions, know wat i mean? Like suggesting wat i could do to entertain myself (hey! not that kind of entertainment.. tsk tsk..) I was thinking of taking up cross-stitching or knitting or doing jigsaw puzzles. God! Now i sound like some wrinkley old woman sitting in her rocking chair typing her blog.... Eeeeeeks! Wait a minute... old people dun blog (okie, i know i am old, i mean seriously old people), unless u count Lao Zha Bor (erm, i am not endorsing her here, i actually think she is, for lack of a better word, gross, but that's another topic for another day).

Or maybe baking? I used to be able to make some very mean alcoholic brownies. Well, there's only 2 problems now. First, i dun have a decent oven to bake with. The last time i wanted to use my idiotic toaster oven to heat up a muffin, the poor thing burst into flames. No, not the toaster, duhz, the muffin! Literally a flaming muffin.... I would love to show you a pic of it, but i was too busy trying to put out the mini fire than to actually take a pic. Second, who's going to finish all the wonderful, delicious, sinful goodies i created? I am not going to eat them all and get fatter (notice i said fatter, not fat, cos i already am!).

Wat???! You think you are so smart and can do better? Okie, then come on, give me a suggestion for a hobby... Something that i could easily do at home alone. No dressing up, no trying to get hold of any frens. No? Pffff.... See... it's not that easy is it? Well. If all else fails, you could always date me! Hahahahahaa.....

The month of October

Not a word was written since the first. I wonder why.
No doubt i am still very much alive. I wonder why.
Suddenly it all seems so pointless. I wonder why.
Not that anyone really cares. I wonder why.
I came and i typed. I wonder why.
This very mindless chatter. I wonder why.

You cursed silently as time filtered away. I wonder why.
The five minutes spent, never to return. I wonder why.
Uncertain why you passed here. I wonder why.
And now i digress. I wonder why.
Half the month has passed. I wonder why.
The month of October. I wonder why.

I want a job

Yeah, u read it rite... I want, not need, a job. Why? Am i exceedingly rich that i dun need to have a steady income coming in? Maybe. Hahaha.... IN MY DREAMS! And probably in yours too. Duhz... even if i was flithy rich, u wouldn't be allowed to live off this rich fren. :P

So i want a job. Something creative but with boundaries (so i wouldn't run amok with my many wild, funny ideas). Something exciting but not heart stopping (i still want to live to see a few more years). Something fun but not too much fun (i still want to actually go home, u know?). Finally, something that allows me to be myself ultimately. But i guess no such job exists in the world, rite? Even if there is such a job (which i seriously doubt in my puny, little mind), it will surely be filled by someone else now!

To rain or not to rain