It's Britney, bitch.
One of the reasons I like working at Lucky Plaza is that the shop nearby always plays Britney's songs after 6pm. Oh, I forgive her for everything she has (or has not) done. I remember singing Hit Me Baby One More Time & Opps I Did It Again at Primary 6. & our mixtapes in our discmans. How much cooler can we get? I miss those discmans, I want one again (for free, that is).
I. Am. So. Tired. I feel like quitting the job & staying at home all day long, reading my romance novels. How foolish, I wouldn't have money to go anywhere or do anything then. Curses, I dread going to work to smell bad breathe, which is why I always pop mints. I love mints. Only Eclipse makes the cut. Sometimes I really wonder, why are construction workers still construction workers? Why, some of them have better bodies than models. & modelling, would definitely make more money. & fame & material satisfaction. Morals maybe? Then they must be extinct dodobirds.
Revisited the Oglivy Centre, for me to admire the architecture once more. It's really cool you know, hardly see any of these sorta buildings around anymore. I have to go back there on a working day & sit in Subway & soak up the angmoh air around. To make up for all that Chinese at work daily. I wish they'd call me back on weekends, then I can earn much much more. I love money, love doesn't do justice as an adjective of how I feel about money.
Must-haves:
#1 Audio Technica headphones (I wish I didn't see them) - 35 dollares
#2 Boxers from Litmus, so me as Antsy said. So me. - 25 dollares
God, I have not enough moooooolah. Sorry, I didn't mean to use it as a swear-word. But I'm so vexed. I hate this feeling. Having an anaconda in my stomach isn't making things any better. As a matter of sheer fact, I feel very much like a hyena prowling in the night. I just had a huge serving of rice & vege a couple of hours ago & now I just lapped up another bowl of instant noodles like a hungry wolf. Someone save me from this agony. Agony of eating. Plus, I'm addicted to McFlurry & Champagne Grape Red Tea, the pearls especially. Damn it, my money's rolling away from me & I can't afford to lose it to food. No, stringent diet from now on. No more outside food.
Hm, I think having a Chinese signature would be pretty cool (unless I'm a Chinese national of course, then that would be rather mundane). I like my sisters' names. Theirs are cooler, somehow. Not so common like mine, I wish Mother Chan flipped to a page with a more unique Chinese character that looks nice to her. But she said she knew she wanted me to be a Wei after she named my big sissy. Well, fate fate fate. Let's just live with people singing the annoying song & having an army of clones.
I. Am. So. Tired. I feel like quitting the job & staying at home all day long, reading my romance novels. How foolish, I wouldn't have money to go anywhere or do anything then. Curses, I dread going to work to smell bad breathe, which is why I always pop mints. I love mints. Only Eclipse makes the cut. Sometimes I really wonder, why are construction workers still construction workers? Why, some of them have better bodies than models. & modelling, would definitely make more money. & fame & material satisfaction. Morals maybe? Then they must be extinct dodobirds.
Revisited the Oglivy Centre, for me to admire the architecture once more. It's really cool you know, hardly see any of these sorta buildings around anymore. I have to go back there on a working day & sit in Subway & soak up the angmoh air around. To make up for all that Chinese at work daily. I wish they'd call me back on weekends, then I can earn much much more. I love money, love doesn't do justice as an adjective of how I feel about money.
Must-haves:
#1 Audio Technica headphones (I wish I didn't see them) - 35 dollares
#2 Boxers from Litmus, so me as Antsy said. So me. - 25 dollares
God, I have not enough moooooolah. Sorry, I didn't mean to use it as a swear-word. But I'm so vexed. I hate this feeling. Having an anaconda in my stomach isn't making things any better. As a matter of sheer fact, I feel very much like a hyena prowling in the night. I just had a huge serving of rice & vege a couple of hours ago & now I just lapped up another bowl of instant noodles like a hungry wolf. Someone save me from this agony. Agony of eating. Plus, I'm addicted to McFlurry & Champagne Grape Red Tea, the pearls especially. Damn it, my money's rolling away from me & I can't afford to lose it to food. No, stringent diet from now on. No more outside food.
Hm, I think having a Chinese signature would be pretty cool (unless I'm a Chinese national of course, then that would be rather mundane). I like my sisters' names. Theirs are cooler, somehow. Not so common like mine, I wish Mother Chan flipped to a page with a more unique Chinese character that looks nice to her. But she said she knew she wanted me to be a Wei after she named my big sissy. Well, fate fate fate. Let's just live with people singing the annoying song & having an army of clones.