Thursday, 9th February '06

In the taxi on the way back from riding today, I saw this old old man pushing his broken down bike in his torn clothes just outside bukit timah plaza. I don't know about you, but it's these little things that make me wonder. Like when I see him I get this pang of guilt cos I know the next time I go out, longing for that dkny clutch or whatever, I start feeling so small and insignificant. I realise that sounds kind of rich, coming from me, but I'm not in anyway denying that I enjoy the little luxuries in my life. I like the full leather seats in my parents' BMWs; I feel secure knowing that one day my dad's watch collection is going to me; I love having the freedom to buy anything that strikes my whim and fancy whenever I want to. Then I see the guy and then...

On a lighter note. So I went riding today, and we did 80-60-70 bounce jumps. Daniel kept screaming at Charlotte to go faster. He still calls me Miss Singapore. He has for about 2 years now. I bet he's got some deficiency in his genetic make-up that renders him regrettably incable of calling me Victoria. It is kinda annoying sometimes.

And I think I'm like the only person in my class who watches Las Vegas. Awww is that sad or what. The show is so slick. (: And Josh Duhamel is so fly. (You'll notice I'm not saying hot. That's cos many guys are hot but not all of them are fly; so as of now I'm officially boycotting the word 'hot' and going straight to 'fly'. Oh, and I don't wanna sound like Paris Hilton either ways.)