Happy CNY to one and all. It's 11.20 a.m. and I'm sitting at my desk in the office with nothing to do. Absolutely nutheeeeng. If I'm lucky, I'll still have squat to do most of the day and Uncle Jean will let me go home at 5p.m.. ;-)

Anyway, just an update of what's going on...Saturday's shoe shopping wasn't fruitful, and only Yogi, Cheewy and I showed. Ah well. Angela freaked me out when she told me that her Archilles's tendon got inflammed. Apparently wearing high heels could be the root cause, so because of that and the fact that I've been tottering around in heels for the past week, I'm wearing my comfortable running shoes. At least it's easier to run across the road when the green man is flashing for the last 5 seconds..and easier to run after the bus. Navigating the sidewalk in 2 inch strappy heels is NOT easy at all, okay.

Gahh. I've been bothered by something that I'm gonna rant about now rather incomprehensibly (to most), so just skip the rest if you think Greek is easier to understand. Alright. With all due respect to the innocent (or not) parties involved, I'm rather miffed by the female lead of this whole matter. I mean, goodness! 14 going on 15 years old! Girl, shouldn't you have a curfew or something! Little girls shouldn't go after 21 year-old guys who are usually sensible, reasoned and matured. Little girls like her should be dating little boys with stupid-looking hairstyles weighed down by too much Gatsby! You know! The ones who carry sling bags that bump against their butts when they walk, wearing the most attention-seeking converse sneakers possible! I saw one this morning..he made this twitchy arm-swinging-feet-dragging action that registered briefly in my sleepy brain as a nervous tic, before I realised that he was walking.

Pfffffft. Ranting about it makes me alot better. Oh yar, I have to emphasise that I have nothing against little ah bengs or budding lolitas. You want to dip your head in Gatsby, fine. You want to flirt with boys at the speed of light, not my problem. You wanna walk like you have a beehive shoved down your pants, by all means. Whatever I mentioned in the last paragraph pertains to MY life, MY situation, MY friends, and doesn't seek to offend or insult anybody or any stereotypes of people. There, I've made myself clear?

Crystal.

I'm explaining myself due to the fact that years ago, I posted something that reeked of feminism and contained some of my views of the opposite sex. What happened was that, despite the fact that it was MY blog, and that he made a PERSONAL choice to read on and resulted in himself getting offended, some moron got offended and took it personally. He tagged and called me a 'rude, condescending little brat' and asked me to look in the mirror. I'm gonna reiterate that I CANNOT STAND SUCH STUPID PEOPLE. Who are they? They are the ultra sensitive sods who have bugger all else to do all day but read others blogs and take everything to offence, and proceed to flame/ complain / scold the blog owners for what is merely a PERSONAL (I can never emphasise this enough.. wish I was a html whiz. then I would make this word HUGE, red and flashing.) opinion. Naturally I'm assuming that said blog owners haven't made any racist/discriminating remarks that intend to hurt/malign/insult certain races or stereotypes. I'm gonna reiterate another point: IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ ON. Like, use your common sense please? Why bother to read on if what you know that what you see at the beginning is gonna spiral into something that's gonna probably piss you off? Having said that, in case some smart alec comes along and tags 'you are so narrow minded. why are u so sensitive, cant u be open to others' views?'--- that kind of thing, what I detest is people who are just plain rude, and post insults that exhibit their own ignorance and incompetence, rather than constructive criticism. And those who flame others while hiding behind a pseudonym? Don't get me started. Go and grow some balls, please.

Ah well. Back to work.