Friday, February 09, 2007

I'm a happy girl now coz I finally (FINALLY!) found myself the most suitable pencil case. It's the kind I had wanted and wasn't able to track it down coz I wasn't resourceful enough. Hah. Anyway, it's a disgusting shade of pink. Right, PINK?!?!? Bloody hell, I lost all the courage to use pink ever since it became such an overrated trend. That, despite loving the colour while I was just a kid all the way up to lower sec. So it's the return of the pinkys whatever. And it's really nice hokay. There's a 'plain lazy' bummer on the bottom right corner and on the zipper, plus a retarded 'retail therapy' at the back (the 'plain lazy' bummer in a supermarket trolley). Very me indeed. Haa.

I was crossing the road from Bras Basah Complex towards BJ and I was kinda looking around. There was this guy who had an LV sling back on him and I wondered why he'd carry sucha "branded" bag in that manner (think youngsters and their Crumplers). It looked absolutely pathetic and out of place for a "guy next door" like him. Not until I notice that the metal strap-length-adjuster was rusty. *PIRATES ALERT*. Bleah. Then I saw a caucasian lady with the most simplest yet pretty bag. No labels of such. And it looked good on her. Comfortable and suitable too.

Then it hit me that maybe, people like me are more concerned about labels that we don't really bother to ponder over the suitability of the bags on us. It all boils down to the two individuals I've mentioned. One, a pathetic label freak who's more concerned over the label prints on his bag, it doesn't matter if it's a fake and make him look all rigid and plastic. Whereas the woman had on a low-key bag which stands out coz it looked good on her. Now, please tell me the moral of the story. *Gulps*. My mum finally commented on the latest school bag I just bought. Saying that my dad is getting all worked up over my more-than-enough collection of bags. Basically, they are kinda turned off. Oops. Maybe I should really stop getting myself anymore bags. School bags to be exact. Maybe...

Had dinner with my bestfriend at Banquet. The chicken rice which was yummy as ever. After which we took the bus home. Talked about some stuffz. Those days in secondary school. Hilarious incidents. Maybe I should just spray paint my handphone metallic red. Hahz. Best thing is, I managed to convince Has to join me for a jog at ECP tomorrow. Omg, I can't wait!

On a heavier note, I felt a strange pull in my heart when I saw the SSS passing by. I think I may be desperate. But I can't seems to stop telling myself how much I want it for myself. I know it can be totally deluding. It's just that, I cannot let myself be contented with the kinda rubbish I think is enough for me. The thought of it makes me wanna cry my heart out. It pains me so much coz I know it's gonna be a struggle that I am not certain of being able to overcome myself.

Shoots.