BRIEFCASE

26th June 2010

Warning. You're about to read the epic life story of a twenty something, caught in a whirlpool of mindless bitching, constant mood swing and the occasional meltdown, with the usual tequila shot thrown into it all. Consider yourself warned.

So, there i was at the capital city of complaint, or formally known as Singapore, last weekend with a pocketful of currency, which i went and blew it on some nonsensical pair of navy blue dockers from topman, some twilight green headphones at bugis, mositurizers and the rest on cab fares. Mrt is just too complicated in my opinion. The whole route map itself is like a crash course in bomb diffusing, the ticketing machine doesn't eat notes for some weird reason and those damn escalators are like on speed or something. A killing machine if you ask me. Confirmed lawsuit.

Then Hermès and Massino D, was closed post flash flood, which was a pity cause i was hoping to get some mud stained trousers, or disintegrated shirts out of it. Nowadays, i'm all for not letting ruined couture goes to waste, and i'm sure dressing up in the tone of a homeless can be quite enticing. Wouldn't you agree?

19th June 2010

Right at this moment, on the bus heading towards singapore for the weekend, i've decided, over the reruns of 'Bridget Jones, the Diary of a Legendary Spinster', to start an online diary of my own, depicting my amazingly boring life as i slowly ease into the big three o. I'm Wanna *obviously not my real name for i'm no manners like that*, aged 29++, a post junkie of the boom boom room fame, who never fails to break his yearly resolution of quitting his day job in tv commercial and be done with the fake fake world of advertising. Weight roughly between a sack of rice and a gunny of potatoes, i'm a non-smoker with a weak heart for everything sparkly. An alcoholic by choice, and single by fate, i've had two previous relationship that totally screwed up my whole constitution on loyalty, and that fine line that pushes it to infidelity. My one aim in life right now is to get thru this father's day weekend, avoiding the starry eyes of Molly the Mole, my sister's mother-in-law, and her verbal pyrotechnic concerning my marital preference and how pitiful it must be to be single, almost thirty and still staying with his parents. The last thing i need right now is to feel like i'm at the receiving end of a firing squad.

And just for the record, i'm a rainbow loving guy, who has every plan of marrying shia labeouf if not josh duhamel for i'm not choosy AT ALL, who really hates monopoly, and who most possibly owns the hairiest pair of legs in the whole of kuala lumpur. xoxo