Mama lemon.

I'm not lying, it is freaking hot here in Singapore. I'm going to be roasted alive like damn soon. I wonder "oooze gonna save us" from the heat?

I want to watch Monsters vs. Aliens! I heard that it's "damn, bloody funny"!

Dear God,

Please shower me with money.

Amen.

Btw, I'm a freethinker and I believe that freethinkers have the freedom to pray too!

Tres Tres Chic.

Catching half of Angels and Demons wasn't half as bad I had imagined it to be. (Pun intended.) Before questions arise, I missed the whole first half of the movie because I was rushing to finish up a scrapbook with a friend for another friend's birthday. Whew, now I said that complicating sentence.

Back to Angels and Demons, it was quite successful in letting people get hooked on guessing who is the mastermind of all the evil doings. I guessed correctly from where I started watching, after a friend kindly summarised the first half for me in the cinema. Doubted myself a few times, but turned out to be right. The movie is a bit predictable, other than the mastermind thingy.

Paid $10 for a Sunday ticket, but only watched $5 worth. I was still saying I will not watch Angels and Demons since it looks so boring. Twist of fate in life. That happens to me every time. Should I spend my time catching the first part of the movie again? I wonder. Time is tight for these few days, or rather, weeks. Rushing and rushing, for everything.

My favourite soundtrack : The Devil Wears Prada.
Random, I know, but oh well. :)

Timetable.

Popularity is something everyone wants but something not everyone has.

Just finished reading this book, How To Be Cool, a NOVEL, not self-improvement book. It's by Johanna Edwards. Quite an interesting book, talking about views from plumper people, which is seldom seen by me. Easy to read and it grabs your attention. However, it is not one of those I'm-gonna-suck-you-into-me books, which is a bit of a pity.

Let's face it. No one wants to be a loser with no friends. You want proof? Those who wants to be a friendless loser please raise up your hands! See, no one, unless you raise your hand and look into the mirror or web cam, whatever.

Despite trying to be "cool" about not having as many friends like others, it is still hard. I'll still find myself checking my MSN window to see whether I have a new email from Facebook or Blogger. Or maybe even my mobile phone for new messages. Disappointment comes when there's totally nothing; it feels like no one cares or bothers about you.

Trust me, I know that feeling. Yup, I have friends, of course, but really close ones? A few. Hopefully they see me as one too. Think about it, most of the time everyone is actually alone. Alone alone. Something like everyone-is-around-me-but-I-still-feel-lonely alone.

Sometimes a single sentence or word may trigger a thought in your mind that maybe sounds like, Hey, am I an outcast or a left out? No worries, I tell myself often, that might not be true, although it seems true, sounds true or feels true.

It's tiring to think that every single moment. So let's take a step back from those nasty thoughts and look on the bright side, trust your friends. If you get hurt in the future, then they are the losers who judge people instead of accepting them for who they are.

:)

Resolve/ Resolution.

Two ways, resolving a problem, creating a resolution to prevent similar occurrence.

Problem:
Temperature sticker goes into the washing machine together with the shirt due to negligence. Seek for help from supposed-to-be-matured-adult. Get pissed on and help not even given after mini lecture. Problem solved after some time spent by individual. Disappointment towards specific adult has grown throughout, at a shocking rate.

Resolution:
Grow up, be more mature. Be independent. Seek help from no one but yourself.

One small incident can bring out a great change in people. That's what happened. Sad, but true.

Beautex.

3 ply pure pulp special tissue, soft and comfortable for usage.
2 ply, average quality.
1 ply, rough and thin, quality sucks like hell but people still buy them.

$1 for 3 packets of tissues.
$1.2 for 3 packets of tissues.
Prices increase by old aunties who sell them. People buy the tissue if they sympathise them for requiring to work despite their old age/aging bodies.

I feel evil for typing that whole chunk of rubbish.

Life is wonderful. Life is special. So please, whoever who has the power, take back the H1N1 before it worsens and causes the death of more.