The Fatal Consequences of Masturbation

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Shopping list!

1. Faux leather jacket
2. Sneeeeeeeeakerssss
3. Nice dark blue jeans
4. Comfortable sandals (seriously I really need this)
5. T-shirtszzzzzzzz

harharhahrhahrahaharhar *SNORT*. I don't know.

Grrrrrrrrrr

After I think about it, I realised I've always been surrounded by people who has art sense.

When I was a kid I joined a drawing and ballet class with my cousins. My other cousin is a drawing competition champion, really you should visit his house so you can see a big cupboard full of trophies (too bad, i didn't/don't have a competitive blood in my vein). My friends like to read manga and draw or attempt to draw manga. Even my father can draw, well he never really try but I saw his 'sketch' and I can see the form, so he's pretty much gifted if he really wants. Then I came to Singapore and studied at art school. Worked as graphic designer (still related to 'art'/design, lol).

Here I am now, working at Scrapbooking shop, surrounded by pretty pretty papers and embellishments. So fancy, so artsy, but not the customers. Seriously, sometimes, I feel like they just want to test my patience (which very limited). They like to ask stooooooopid questions, like:

"Hi, um.., do you sell scrapbook?"
How do you want me to answer this, seriously? the whole bloody shop is screaming scrapbook.
"Do you sell velvet (fabric)?"
Hello Madam, this is not Spotlight.
"Do you sell tissue?"
Carrefour or Watsons are in the same building, please.
"What are these papers for?"
For wiping your ass.
"Do you customize stamps?"
I don't even..
"Can I buy the materials and ask you to do it for me?"
Lazy arse.
"How to do a Birthday card?"
Have ever seen a ready made Birthday card? What's so difficult of doing that? Buy a piece of paper, cut/not, fold into 2. Kanasai.
"How to put 4 images in 1 photo?"
Easy to do it in photoshop, but how you expect me to explain to someone who doesn't even have photoshop????
"I want to do something's like scrapbook."
What do you mean by 'something's like'? scrapbook ya scrapbook lahhhhh, mana ada something's like.
"Do you have this (showed thickers/alphabets) but in smaller size/different colour/flat?"
This is not Ms Word, la dey! This is chipboard that is cut by machine, do you think they will make same font size 12 pt and 10 pt? Do you know how expensive dies are?
Or some random people who thinks that I'm the customer service of the mall, "Where is Crystal Jade?" "Where's is food court?" "Where can I buy magnetic sheet?"
Or when people ask for suggestion/help to do a layout then I showed one of the sample and they don't like it or commenting like "This is too simple.". Bitch, if you can do something's more complicated then why you ask me to help you? or if you don't like everything I choose and already have your own opinion, please don't waste my effort.

Seriously, I know this sounds so arrogant or whatever shit, but, my brain can't compute with those questions.

Music: Paradise City - Slash feat Fergie & Cypress Hill

My phone is...

...kanasai.

This isn't so me.. but I'm gonna blog what I've been doing today. In 'Dear Diary' style!

Dear Diary (I haven't named you yet, so for now I still just call you "Diary"),

Today, we went out to have buffet lunching in celebration of I's belated bday, new job and her S pass. You know us well, don't you Diary, when I said buffet that means Sashimi party! Oh what a joy! I love how soft and smooth the salmon meat went into my mouth and sled into my throat and finally will go out in a shitty form called shit. After that great lunch, we walked around, took pics around orchard (like another Indonesian tourists, oh Lordy Lord, so many Indonesians!! I can spot them 100 meters away) and finally ended up at Uniqlo-Ion which was a huge mistake. Not only that shop was over crowded, I couldn't really walking around without saying "excuse me" at least 2-3 times (I hate crowded place, as if it's enough for me to stuck in crowded working place for 9-10 hours a day) but I came back home with a shopping bag in my hand too *SIGH*.. but it is a really nice jacket though, no I'm not trying to justify my wrong doing, but really.

That's it. No more shopping for the rest of this month. I know it's kinda impossible as I'm going back to Jakarta soon, tell me how to not shopping at Jakarta? TELL ME LORH!! Oops, I'm supposed to write this in Dear Diary style. I'm seriously getting addicted with singlish jargons. Tee hee.

Back at home, I was planning to sleep cos the weather was really great for sleeping, but ended up watching lame Singapore Idol. Oh my, Diary, not to belittle Singaporeans, but where are talented people here? I can't sing but I can listen, my ears complained what kind of fuckery was that. 1 or 2 of them is good (or just okay-ish), the rest is baddddddddddd as in badddddddddd for tv standard. Secondhand embarrassment.

So now, cos I don't know what to write anymore and I want to go back to my reading, I will end this post. I think I will write a review about this book I'm reading called The Interpretation of Murder by Jed Rubenfield, after I finish reading it, that is.

Music: Choose - David Guetta

DOUBT

Ok, I've been feeling it now! *point to the title*
I know, I know, it's maybe too early. I keep reminding myself "Yessi, priority, priority!"and it's become my spell or jingle every single moment I feel it *point to the title again*

GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....

Sometimes (well to be honest, all the time), I really think life is unfair but that's a very very selfish thought.

I know I can do it.

On other note, my current addiction: pitbull's album (it's uhmazing) & shimmering nail polishes.