the unattainable will too go on sale eventually...
iTunes is spinning: Millencolin - "the ballad"so. i think i've officially gotten over my jet.lag. officially. but not to be mistaken and confused with insomnia or rather the more popular procrastination i do that leads me to leave unstarted and unfinished project till the night before and therefore result in me staying up until unknown and unexplored hours of the day. but you know what, i think i secretly, on purposely, dutifully, and of course very diligently of me leave projects not done until the last minute. i enjoy the crunch timeclock looming over my head, forcing me to crank the wheels of creativity and producing a masterpiece on which procrastination helped evolve out of my mind. mmm.
anyways so who wants to be the "super sexy man"
, to my sparkle puff pipsi 
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in other exciting news, i was thinking lately, that, among the after christmas sales, that, well, i love shopping. as if that's any new news, but i was also thinking that retail-non-sale-prices are so depressing. but then some things are just ridiculously priced at retail price. (a la juicy couture wear or stupid tna line that's so pricey). but then as an avid shopper, supporter of consumerism, and well, just a damn good sense of fashion is that well. sometimes, it takes that 150 dollar juicy "grass green" sweatpant to not have a 10 inch space of crotch from hanging out under your hoo-hoo. and also, it may take that 90 dollar supplex gray with pink pipping tna stretch pants to actually give your bum some lift and omph. they don't call the line tna for nothing eh. it's been confirmed by jon chew that all girl's asses look nice in those pants. however, i fail to report on the 't"-ness of the sweatshirts.... but then again, as a long-time-lover-raised-by-my-thriftyasianmeemee of bargain sales is that, sometimes, you just have to know where to shop to be able to find that cute baby blue helmut lang skirt hanging behind the vivienne westwood cocktail dress at I.T, or to frequently shop winners to find that sexy pair of black pumps of which i ever so constantly rave about but would never succumb my poor little feet to actually wear them and then maybe walking all of hongkong, going into every single shoe store alive, just to find that one pair of pumas in the right size and for the right sale price. it's the rush, the feeling, the light-headed feeling, the whip lashes, the window shopping of dior, the snobbery, the elite, the haute couture, the bargain stores, the glory of it all... that i'm forever engaged to this addict.ion of mine that keeps me coming back and back and back for mores. *okay, now i can breath.
it's five one three: and as pearl jam tells me, "i can't find a betterman".
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