A few issues that got on my nerves today.

1. An old aunty trying to hang out with young vicious women who practice backstabbing in order to climb up the corporate ladder. Quick.
See, that group itself, is already wrong to begin with.
But what irritated me was that they started a conversation about real and fake Gucci and Louis Vuitton bags for almost 2 hours. Sometimes, I highly wonder if those ladies who try so hard to be high class, can even pronounce Louis Vuitton properly. (read: LOO-IS VEE-TAUN) *roll eyes*

Lady A to B: Eh!!! New bag ah! Real or not?
Lady B: Real la! I paid alot for it ok.. Design nice hor?
Aunty: *rushes over to see what the commotion was about* WAHHHHHH.. Gucci ah.. Sibei sui (damn pretty) leh! Real one or what? *scrutinizes every inch of the bag* Eh.. how come the prints so blur one ah?
A & B in unison: Real one what!!
Aunty: Aiyo.. must be very expensive hor? Wah lau.. Yesterday hor, I very tempted to buy a BER-BERRY (burberry) bag leh. But I think better save la.

See what I mean? Can't even pronounce Burberry. It's like this competition to see who can purchase the most number of Grade A immitations. If you ask me, I think all their LV, Gucci and Prada bags are fake.

2. Already pressed the button for the lift when this lady came along. Guess what? Her itchy fingers got attracted to the buttons too. Fuck man seriously.. Would the extra pressing make the lift arrive faster? NO! It's the same thing in buses. Ding dong ding dong... gives me a headache man.

3. I have a very lucky top that says, "NO FCUKIN' WORRIES".
-during NYE, I got so wasted and Chun had to drag me from sommerset to his car which was parked opposite cine. No fuckin worries, I'm sure.
-today, I wore the same top and I was caught off guard. Thank god for some kind soul in the office. No fuckin worries.
How many times do I have to wear the shirt to get rid of the bad luck?

I knew it was too good to be true. Thought it was worth the risk but I'm starting to doubt. It's like a merry-go-round. Back to square one.