Paris Hilton, Ruffles & a Fugly Alien

I was cleaning my room the other day.
Trying to eliminate stuff.
So I digged out some junks amd I found this.

A Paris Hilton CD.
Why would I have that?





A free goodie when I bought my handphone last time.

The heiress to the Hilton Hotel fortune may be headed to the jail soon.

She will be seperated from the general inmate population and stay in a unit that is reserved for police officers, celebrities and other high-profile inmates.

Hoho.

So don't bullshit yourself that money is not everything.

Okay. Forget about Paris.

J always use an emoticon that looks like a sneaky alien sniggering to itself.





Of which I think is fugly.
He thinks it is cute.

So...





Heh. He is so gonna spank me later.

Lately, I've been answering the same question repeatedly.
That is, "When are you coming back?".
Answering questions can be tiring at times.

I've been travelling around this week.
Sometimes, it's nice to just stay at home.
And read the black book.

And munch on the Ruffles.

I see that some people are really afraid or feel inferior to tell their friends that they are just staying at home. Not going out.
Hoho. Big deal!

Call me an introvert if you must.
Because I am.
The majority is, anyways.

It's really no problem to just bum around in the house sometimes and out of the house at other times.

On the other extreme, there are people who like to boast about their whereabouts, be it the MSN nick or at any visible places.
What pleasure do they get from that?

I wrote things in this blog too.
But I never force you to read.

[p/s: I always have someone in mind when I wrote.]