Over-stress: An Issue?
I went to the Zara/FCUK private sale earlier this evening and this whole scene totally irks me. This lady insists on bring in her handbag to the sale which is not allowed. She desperately shows her name card trying to achieve an identity which doesn't work. After which she compared the lack of space in her bag with a panty. "look at my bag, i can't even squeeze a panty in!" was what she said. If i were the manager, my reply would definitely be, "sorry ma'am, we do sell thongs and apparently they will fit into your bag. May i conduct a check when you're about to leave?" alright, i'm a bitch.
Stoning is so for me, cos i can jus sit there and reflect on how bad i am. It just seems that a series of unfortunate events comes in a string, but never a series of fortunate events. Well i do have something to say to you, hopefully u will read my blog. At least for this entry.
To the only one concerned: "i miss you, not enough to make you love me, just enough to hurt."
Are You Ga(me)?, 12:57 AM.