Qaurter-life crisis. Laugh at will, you'll soon realize you're discontent and unsatisfied with what you're doing. Like in an earlier episode, we just want moremoremore. You never truly know when it ends. Just as you've got yourself the IT bag of this season, the fashion conglomerates give birth to another and it's another race to join the ranks of the elites.

All identical and similar. Sometimes being middle-class ain't really that bad.

Had an interesting conversation with an ex-schoolmate, swapping stories on Generation MuchYoungerThanUs and wondering just where in the world did they get such disposable income. It's nice to be the offspring of some textile tycoon living in Upper Bukit Timah. Your life is pretty much cemented and you'll never truly have to live your life working to pay off rent, your car installment and hell even your petrol. Your money = shopping = Gucci, Coach, Nine West etc.

It's the quarter-life crisis. Knowing you can be more, wanting to do more, wanting to put that paper that cost you 40Grand to good use. It's all wasted if you're only using 5% of your true potential and if you're doing nothing more than typing out poorly-written copy (not written by you) and forced to plaster on a Barbie-smile on your face and pretend you're all gummychummy with people you barely know but are forced to address them by their first names nonetheless. The reverse; of using their last names with the Mister/Miss/Madam prefix when the world's turned away and they're all snarky and gnarled and vicious.

Sorry this entry doesn't make sense. It's what the afternoon sun does to me. Sleepy, drowsy and cranky as hell.