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Monday, December 08, 2008
some days i'm a super bitch

now let's see. i've got some boring pics in my cellphone of the white rabbit, i saw double rainbows 2 wks ago, my cousins over at my place, and a very tiny heart-shaped floating foam bubble thingy at the ben n jerry's chunk fest.

but i really can't be bothered to go thru the motion of transferring and blogging and i just don't care! the whole point of typing in this space is just to practice typing and occasionally rant about my sad boring life to, nobody.

and so work's started a week and it has been, erm, a myriad of impressions (??) which there is no 1 word or sentence that i can put it in. and will probably refrain from blogging about work cuz of confidentialty issues la. but the point is, i'm getting stories from places and i'm not too sure how credible they are. oh wells!

gina and anna witnessed CRAZY queues on saturday. the private sale was NOT private, we pretty much went there, gawked at the long queue, and went our own way shopping. checked out the chunk fest and gawked even more at the amount of pple queueing to PAY (NOT FREE) for ice cream and it was terribly warm and humid at fort canning. and then we had our own B&J @ vivo =D and i am crossing my fingers very tightly that i will not turn into a Guess Ah Lian (u know, the ah lians who are decked out in Guess sale items and are like, fucking gross looking one) but i bought sale items from Guess so... *hides face*

bye bye take care

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