i am now unattached in more ways than one.

Peach Blossom Media has a downright funky place. only thing is that i won't be working there... well, at least not this sem anymore. Channel 12 decided to postpone the Tomato Twins roadshow, thus making me jobless.

however, today was (and is) still a good day. went to the cool chinatown shophse office for the interview and i grinned nonstop cos i was feeling really happy with the place. afterwards, i was inevitably drawn to a nearby sale. i then took NEL for the third time and stopped at commonwealth to let myself into daddy's hse to take a snooze on the sofa. woke up and made instant mee and a good cup of rosesyrup for me. then off to sch for bitching session.

do you remember that flowers have genders?

i'm not sure why, but recently, everytime i see a couple, i find myself imagining what it would be like when they have sex. i wonder how they do it, whether they enjoy it... yada yada. i must be one kinky nutcase. it's especially interesting when i see odd couples (like a tall guy with a short girl or vice-versa) and i ask myself how do they manage?
you know, i should really stop right here. i swear i don't think of this on purpose. and so tt really gets me wondering: Why do i even think bout all this stuff man?

at daddy's hse, i found a cut-out of an article on depression frm The Sunday Times (Oct. 26, p. 28-29). i read it and i agreed. but you know, it doesn't help to write an article like tt if the only pple reading it are depressive pple like me and my dad. In case you're wondering, YES, this is a hint: GO READ THE DAMN ARTICLE, YOU IGNORANT FUCKHEAD. go enlighten yourself and then you'll understand why i can't deal with myself the way normal pple do it.

i will calm down now, because today is a good day and i want to keep it tt way. also, i borrowed Shanghai Baby today. i feel like an ice limau halia.