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Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Orchard.

it's a love-hate relationship.

town is probably the epi centre of stupid pple, big or small. how many times have u frowned at that auntie who pushed her way into the mrt b4 anyone from the inside could alight? how about those irritating brats who like to stand right smack in the middle of the walkway, like it's not blocking anyone's way? or the couple/girlfriends who take up the entire width of the walkway, and walk so slowly i swear the cows have come and gone? and rmb how u just wanna rip the head off the person who offended you one way or another, but unintentionally? i swear if i knew magic or had the powers, i'd cast a spell on all the stupid pple of singapore and put them on some ulu island so that they can either swim back to singapore, or they can reproduce and form a stupid society of their own.

but then again, the minute i walked into a shopping centre, all the bright posters, the pple, the noise, ALL THE PRETTY CLOTHES, SHOES, BAGS, MAKE UP, WAT NOTS, i just can't help but feel instantly uplifted. i'm a sucker for pretty things, so perfect that it makes you think for a minute that nothing could possibly be wrong with your life. but it's just a temporary gratification. after a while, u leave the place, board the bus home, and everything just goes back to the way the used to be.

i think it's time to snap out of self pity and do sth worthwhile with my life. like the painful facial i had today.

i could not help but teared a little when my beautician was picking on my blackheads. no, it's not that i wanna cry. i do not cry when it's pain. but it's not sth that i can control! it's the body's natural reaction to squeeze tears out of my eyes. but after that, it was so shiok i didn't want it to end.

new year resolution:
be a nicer person.
no more short tempers when someone blocks my way.
be less rude to strangers. (i tend to always push pple blocking my way, especially when i'm in a fowl mood, which is most of the time.)
not take things too seriously.

oh, and since this coming yr is THE year where all my frans turn 21, may i jus mention that my wishlist is probably the simplest: anything from Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Prada, Gucci, Salvatore Ferragamo, Loewe, Christian Dior, Tiffany & Co., Burberry, Guess, or DKNY will do. alternatively, a car would be more than enough =) am i not the easiest person to pick a present for??? :)

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