02 March 2006
8:54 PM
When you're feeling
terribly tired, and when the world is against you and your kind, and you feel like tearing at your hair and grabbing your eyeballs because they hurt, and when you can't take the noise and racket your head is making, and when your heart is at war with yourself, and you feel like breaking something __
listen to chinese chingchong songs. I've spent the last half hour slouching next to my overheated
beautiful nano listening to unknown
jay chou songs. And the
coolest thing is I don't understand a single word he sings, apart from the random "
bu1 yao4"s and something to do with wind and black coats.
Why his album is called november's chopin I will never understand. He is nothing like chopin, november is an insignificant month, he is not a Romantic, and he is definitely not Polish. But never mind, he is a good topic to go on and on about. Today was a rare day.
Why rare, because I finally got to do some shopping and serious browsing. I spent all of this month's allowance, congratulate me. And I went around eating
everything sold from the basement of J8. I bought some cute looking cookies from Mrs Fields, some kaya toast, egg tarts, tiramisu from sweet secrets, papa roti, chicken cubes, pork slices, green tea soya bean, you name it, I got it.
It's called retail therapy yo.That's my current level of pathetic-ness. I am undoubtly in the throes of misery over the impending doom that is to come. If A13A splits, I will be infinitely miserable.
I thought it would last forever.________________________
