i hate lemonades...

everyone wants someone to call their own...
everyone wants the breathless shock of falling in love...
everyone wants the true bliss of happiness...
everyone wants the hands and arms that security holds...
everyone wants to be loved...

but what if...





we have been taught since young...
when life gives you lemons...
you make lemonade...

what if you don't know how to...
or you don't want to...
what do you do with the lemons?


they don't ever tell you about those who choose not to make lemonade!


i hate lemonade...



i do...
i do...
i do...





you know that feeling when you think you've given your all...
everyone else just seems to think it falls short...
you know that feeling when you tell youself things could be different...
everyone else just seems to think it won't...
you know that feeling when you think you won't give up...
everyone else just seems to think you should...
you know that feeling when you think it will get better...
everyone else just seem to think you're making it worse...


well...



i do...
i do...
i do...




you know how they say in life...
there're always crossroads...
and we will be forced to make a decision...
its true...

you never know when you'll stop at a crossroad...
you never know how you got to the crossroad...
you'll never know why you're at the crossroad...


but when you get there...
you just know...
and i think i know...






i do...
i do...
i do...









i'm in a semi-auto-depressive-mood...
and when i get into my semi-auto-depressive mood...
i hate to talk to anyone...
i hate to look at anyone...
i hate to be around anyone...

its a universal karma and i'm the butt of its joke...
people started calling my hp non-stop...
i'm not kidding...
i mean like literally one after another...

nudge my semi-auto-depressive mood into full gear...
ian and sherlene had to show up at my house unannounced...
very clever...
honestly don't think its hardly amusing...





well don't blame me for my crappy mood...
blame grey's anatomy...
just caught the remaining few episodes of it...
i swear to god its fucking goood...
i cried like a baby...
its so fucking gooooooooooooooooooooooooood!!!
i love izzy...
move over sandra oh...
a new drama queen's in da house...
stupid stupid stupid meredith...
stupid stupid stupid mcdreamy...
SOOOOOOO much is going to happen...
people without my luxury and quilty conscious of downloaded it illegally...
will just have to wait and see....
its fuckign good...
and prepare lots of kleenex...
trust me on this...
you'll definetly need at least 2 boxes...




caught the devil wears prada yesterday...
didn't exactly like it...
i know the whole whoooooo haaaa about how the book is based on anna wintour and all...
so please flipping give some credit to vogue's editor-in-chief...
the movie made THE most powefull woman in fashion look like mother theresa...
and anna wintour is a size zero...
duuuuh....

and so help me god if i have to see anne hathaway in another geek to glam movie...
i will barge into the cinema and set the screen ablazed...
enough...Enough... ENOUGH!!!!!

the movie is the epitome of shallowness and superficiality...
what the fashion world is all about...
don't get me wrong...
i love fashion and all...
but give me a break...

2 thumps up for the expensive and large butget for the costume department...
but 2 thumps down for meryl streep stooping to their level...
she's a 2 time oscar winner for crying out loud...

on the whole...
this movie is all good fun fluff...
lotsa artificial ingredients...
overly sweetened...
so go into the cinema with a light head...
it shouldn't be taken seriously...


i quote from mister marc jacobs...
"fashion is all about fun, you should never be taken seriously..."







the devil wears prada is a chick flick...
good clean fun...
cringeable at times...
but still fun...