Hi. I'm moving to Blogger. Correction. I've already moved to blogger because I just realised how much blogger has improved since the last time I used it (which was probably four-five years ago). Sorry for once again being an extraordinary and absolutely pain the the rear end.
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If you didn't know, I'm one of those people who are obsessed with stationary. Nonetheless, I don't go around squandering all my money on stationary (because I like to say I'm actually discipline in this area) but instead, I spend hours staring lustfully at stationary online or in the stores (especially at diaries and notebooks, I'm a big gonner for those). Oh, but don't be thinking ludicrous and dirty thoughts about me and stationary, because I'm just trying to hyperbolically express my love for stationary.
Now. Moleskine. They have a fabulous, clean, slimplistic and classic collection. However, in the past I've found cheaper alternatives to Moleskine. It wasn't until the other day my sister told me to order a Moleskine diary for her, and at that point I knew I just had to purchase one for myself as well. The other reason was because I found it for really cheap. So, I now own my very first Moleskine diary! If you're looking for cheap books/textbooks/stationary and free shipping, I beg you, proceed to www.bookdepository.com and you won't be sorry. Also, make sure you've got the url at 'dot com' not 'dot uk'. Uk book rates are more dearer. I've been buying books (especially uni textbooks) from bookdepository for two years now, so trust my hype.
I walked into my uni library this morning and was so surprised to realise that I was the first and only person in the library (It's finally STUVAC!). So, after trying to troubleshoot my wifi in vain, I decided to waste time by playing with photobooth; (1) I thought my back wall was different to all my other previous photos and (2) I'm such a loser. So, showcasing my one month old Amazonkindle ebook reader! It's really awesome considering I can now get access to all the books that have been on my pending list for almost two years with just a click a way (the only downside is: I'm busting my bank account purchasing ebooks on amazon... with an extra not-so-legal activity on the side; meaning, not all my books are absolutely legit but you'll keep that a secret for me). Although I think this is the most exciting and awesome gadget I have purchased so far, its matte paper-like e-ink screen is an added bonus for those who can't stand reading with backlight and glare! but I still hope that printed books will forever be with us, because I still have my bookshelf collection dream to fulfill.
Today I was walking the shops with my mate looking for scrapbooking materials for a friend's birthday, and we ended up walking into one of those funky bargin stores stocked with an overwhelming amount of halloween paraphernalia. At that exact moment I made a note to buy some lollies in case the kids in the neighbourhood go trick-or-treating tomorrow but was stopped by my friend who said I was a day late. It turns out we were quarrelling a bit too loud about the date that one of the customers waiting in the check out line yeld out that Halloween is today. Argument dissolved; we were both wrong.
In the end, I still forgot to buy the lollies and when the kids came trick-or-treating, I told them I didn't have any lollies and tried to make them go away by offering them fruit (seriously, who trick-or-treats for fruit). My plan backfired and they waited like eager kids for fruit, so I offered them some kumquats (small ovula semi-sour fruits resembling oranges, I think you should google it for yourself) because that was the only thing on the kitchen bench. Here's the absurd bit, they went like hot chips. I had one kid who said he liked eating kumquats and just kept shoving them in his mouth in front of me. One word. Dumbfounded.
Well, it's absolutely finalised that my mum loves Bruno Mars (holy hell, I think the sky is falling and antelopes are finally flying!). So, it doesn't sound like a big deal that my dear old mother (don't tell her that I called her old), likes listening to Bruno Mars's songs. I actually think his songs are pretty weird sometimes. No offence (my favourite phrase; It's what you say to avoid looking bad when you're getting ready to offend someone) to Bruno. However, this time I really mean 'no offence' because I actually like his songs. I'm digressing again. The story goes: I was driving my mother home from her specialist appointment the other day and she did the most unusual thing ever to the radio (trust me, she hardly touches the radio and listens to what my dad calls 'that's not music, they're just screaming'). My mother turns up the volume and says 'this song sounds pleasant' (direct thai translation and I also raise my judgmental eyebrow). Now, that's the third Bruno Mars song that she has praised and has started to hum while cooking. Good lord, and I thought 50 something year old Asains (shhh, I'm advertising her age again and I know she doesn't like it) think contemporary music sounds like a frustrating episode of tinitis. Speaking of which, I actually do suprisingly experience random episodes of tinitis, but I'll choose tinitis over mosiqutos buzzing any day. For those who know what's coming next. Good on you. I just have to clarify that the silent ring tone DOES NOT. Do you understand? yes? I'll emphasis again. DOES NOT sound like a bloody mosquito. I suggest you get your ears checked, or if you want, I'm willingly happy to shove 20 mosquitos in your room while you sleep, and then you can tell me what mosquitos sound like. Call me and I'll be right at your door; free delivery.
I was having vietnamese food for lunch with my little brother the other day and we were eating on the kitchen bench. So as Asain as Asain houses go, there's always something (well, more like everything) on the table. As I was eating away happily, I look over see my little brother sniffing away uncomfortably, telling me that something smelt like a fart bomb. Discarding our lunch temporarily, we spent the next fifteen minutes sniffing all the possible things on the kitchen bench and concluded that the durian smelt like a fart bomb. Don't get me wrong I actually like eating durian.
So, dear brother, you can think that durian smells like fart bomb because I think eating oysters is like eating a big slimey boogie. That's right. I hate oysters. Who cares about expensive food, it's more important if you enjoy it.
If you think you're a bad conversationalist, then you're definitely not alone. So, to put things in a kinder tone, I tend to think of myself as someone who speaks extremely less but has a thousand billion thoughts processing madly, so madly it creates a perplex system inside my mind and disrupts all signal transmissions to the speech processing area within my brain. Hence, it makes me a person of little words with a cranium about to implode. No, that's just ridiculous, but my point is... Do you ever think of what the quiet people are thinking? Those people who make a two word response and shut up? Obviously they're listening, but aren't they thinking as well? and that'd be me, but I'm also quite curious of how other minds work. Perhaps, it's because they're in the process of fishing through all the nooks and crannies in the brain for something 'new, interesting and mind blowing' to talk about (but these new, interesting and mind blowing things are buried deep into the cortex). Or maybe, they're just self-conscious (and I nod my head in acknowledgment of this statement). Or they may have fried their braincells beyond the point of recognition after a long day of uni work and transmission signals have been temporarily disrupted (well, do I hear baloney again).
When you see someone on the street slip because you know the grip on their shoes have worn away and you feel more embarrased for them compared to when you slip yourself. It's strange how life works.
