I saw the body of the dead chinese man. As the bus passes by the condoned off bus-stop, the coroner was 'sunning' the black plastic bag covering the body. A poor uncle who is probably the body-finder, gestured his hands wildly to the police about his unfortunate discovery. Commuters were staring hard and whispering of murder. I shrugged and think NO BLOOD?

When I reached home, I cursed. SHOULD have taken photos and called the News Hotline. Apparently they pay $100 for a news article, depending how 'hot' it is. There goes my $$.

The nicest belts seem to have the 'nicest' price to match to. I can't bring myself to buy $70 odd decorative band that completes my less-than-perfect-outfit-without-that-belt when I could buy a dress with the same amount of money.

I oughta open a standalone shop dedicated to unique, quality belts and prices that people will pay.

Window display is a crime that lures people into the store. Dressing rooms are worse.

In 3 words, I can sum up everything I learned about ex-bfs.
"They never change"

To Mother:

Your self-prophecy will come true, because you believed it. I don't bear grudges against you, I just wanted you to know how it feels to be neglected. Thank you for bringing me into the world to be made to feel like I don't belong to this family.

Urban's Fashhag is probably the only fashion tabloid you can get in Sillypore and they are tactful not to reveal any names, which is probably good. Bet you don't want to hear your name splashed over when have ugly secrets in your backyard.

Quoted from FashHag, 13 March
"A certain publisher - it has a stable of four magazines, two are men's titles while one is devoted to shopping and another to beauty - has not paid some of its hired help."

You cant keep a fire down when its already burning, even if you are a lawyer.

MOSAIC is on!! Going to catch home-grown Olivia Ong @ Concourse, Esplanade tonight.
156cm desperately need peektures.

Ms Sunshine, you're just in time.

We have a new addition to the family! A sparkling white SONY T100 camera where the usual resting place is the TV cabinet where all the past cameras laid. Instead, my father who bought the camera decided to place it on the floor, behind his door. A few evening ago, he loudly reminded me to put it back to its original resting ground if i use it.

Dad: 记的把它放回去！因为那边有死里卡咋(say: si-li-ka-za)

Me: Huh?? What 'ka zua'? You want to place the camera with a cockroach?

Dad: 死里卡咋。死里卡咋。

Me: Ohhh, silica gel..

Heaven, you really should stop crying now. I do not know who bullied you but please give me back Ms Sunshine. I live in a tropical country for god's sake. Tropical means sunshine in March.

It means I can lie on the sand with in my happy bikini and get my bum kissed bronzy gold.
It means T-shirt and shorts with a straw bag.
It means bright colored sundresses.
It means I don't have to bring brolly.

But when i go out now, I've to wrap myself up like a mummy in scarfs and opaque black stockings, like I was in Germany for autumn and BRING brolly.

I wouldn't wait 4 years for true love to come along but when opportunity knocks, I agree you have to grab it before it passes you by.

In three words, I can sum up everything
I've learned about life: It goes on - Robert Frost

Thing is, I always hear the wrong things. The trainer's hair - the fashion police should be called in. It looks like a in-between of geisha and sadako, where the hairstylist has somehow discounted her cos shes short of money midway through the cut. She mentioned to us that graphs excites her, the way a visual person likes to concoct visuals in their mind. Visual static..she say and I thought I heard aesthetics or kinetics. My hearing is astounding bad thats becos I am a visual slut, unlike SOMETIC.