Thank you Adam and Ramesh for French Connection.
Thank you Lifa for vain-pod set.
Thank you Nadia for Superman boy shorts.
I love them all.

You'll get hell if you're with women who are hungry as they'll get angry too. Lunch was strangely silent yesterday, for a moment we felt like pigs but then again there was just so much to do. But now it's over, period.

As much as I was over the moon the past few days, there was still a tinge of sadness that swelled in me too. It was just picture perfect, but beneath those frames were just of those which belittled the eye. Let's not get too emotional here, instead take action in aid of global warming. I'm not exagerrating. Righttt.

Moving on, July's definitely a month of madness. It's all about school now and a little more freedom from work. It's doing me good actually; more napping at home pleases me. It's piling and one after another, I just want everything to end so quickly. I realised that 2hrs is the ideal time for project discussion. Anything more than that, we're all drained and no further information can be processed. I don't mind being a robot like Victoria Beckham, everything about her is just polished and posh. That includes the husband.

My hair had me at hello at times. Stubborn strands of hair confused at which direction they should fall at. I only love them when they're tame. I admit sometimes it looks like a wig, at times like a broom.

Maroon 5 has been on replay irritatingly, but I'm cool with that. (Read: Dear Raggie, Afro told me she doesn't want to return your CD to you.) And I only enjoyed 1 song out of Gym Class Heroes' album; they do the thing called rap. Also Lovestoned by J.T, another hot number. Though most of his releases kinda have the same tempo, but I like.

Labels: To dance like him.