Who do you, who do you think you are?

I really like this hobo.

This hobo is USD$18, but it cost USD$40 to ship it over. In what madness is this? I'm so depressed now, I hope this hobo comes to Singapore's F21 soon. I like how it opens up, and I like how it's so hobo-ish. The lady looks pretty freakish though, I want a hobo like this! Singapore's F21 suck balls. Rawrr!

And on the 10th of September 2010, I bought my sports shoe.

It marks the start of an arduous journey for me. It's not all bad, I had laksa at Queensway and went to aeroporto to fetch mom, which means new clothes from Taiwan! I feel that the shop that sells laksa at Queensway needs to provide bigger portions of laksa, NOT ENOUGH LA.

Sunday is baking day at Grans'.

Baked muffins and shortbreads with Joelle! Well, could be better but it taste awesome despite the texture of the muffins and the shortbreads! Better luck next time!

Jack keeps rambling on and on, talking to himself, then talking to me, then starts talking to himself again. It's pissing me off to no end. He keeps saying that he's just telling me, but the way he says it is like omfg,  "freedom" of choice. When I've set my mind on doing something, he'll provide a suggestion. When I have decided on a school, on the brim of enrolling, he pops out another school and keeps reading aloud all the details and fees and rankings and whatnot. He keeps doing that, and he's subconsciously making me go his way. I can illustrate this, here:

This post will so start a fight.

(He haven't read this and he started calling me a fucking bitch, bastard.)