Wednesday, July 27, 2005


I'm not feeling very well now, spiritually.

It could be the PMS... it could be the evaluation of relationships.

Im not in the mood to weigh them now.

Nevermind... just let it pass.

Had wanted to quickly put my happiness into words yesterday night but was too darn tired.

My firse ever credit card bill came into the mail box.

It was a whoopin S$996...

but still im relieved...

I had thought of a minimum of S$1.5K.

It feels so good to be able to pay off the bills... and yet still have money in your pocket.

I was telling my colleague about my approx $1K bill... and she exclaimed: "mine is $7K! Dont know how to pay" *gag*

IKEA invited me to sign up with their credit card... 4 year of subscription waiver.

Why would i even need so many?

My colleagues and i are going Hooters for lunch tmr...

and then off we go to support our baby business and do more shopping.

Everybody was reminding "Bring more money tmr ah... or credit card."

Actually, i doubt i would buy anything...

because i dont buy jewellery any old how.

I told mum "distribute these to your tai tai friends ok..."

Mum: "Why do you despise the poor so much? The average people can also spend alot at one go."

I was so mistaken... i mean... how often do the average people spend few hundreds on a piece of jewellery?

She just doesnt understand that we have to be practical when it comes to the target audience.


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