This is hell. I’m supposed to get cracking on my ecology assignment, but I’m way too sleepy (keeping in mind that I just woke up 3 hours ago). Damn. I must have contracted that stupid tsetse disease. I’m just sleeping my life away. Single and desolate, “Tick tock, Tick tock” Una Alconbury pops out of Bridget Jones and starts resounding in my head. Shit. Me, singleton, not spending time looking for prospective mate but rather sleeping life away. Bah…

It’s fashion week and it is so unlike me not to give a fuck. As all of you know, I adore clothes. Love clothes. But I have to self disciplined so I’m staying at home, turning on the air con, and sleeping, and not doing my work. Bah. (again…)

Having major problem figuring what to do with the money my mother has given me for my birthday. It’s a hundred dollars so I figure I’d spend it instead of save it, as some wise soul once said that money was for spending and not saving. With the first part decided upon, I’m wondering whether I should blow it, together with another hundred I stashed away from binge week, on a cute little gay-looking azure Comme des Garcons wallet, or to do a major landscaping project for the garden.

The current little goldlion wallet seems to have reproductive failure. The money in it never does seem to multiply but I think I’ll be able to unblock its tubes. So, I’m thinking of doing up the garden. It’s about time. How can I be in the plant business when my own garden looks like a huge unordered mess of green grunge? How to do landscaping when my land is not err…scaped? Would be getting in four-metre tall palm trees and hot pink flowering frangipanis to make the place look like an Asian-Brazillian fusion sexed up Balinese orgy. God, I don’t know where that came from…Tons of air plants just came in and so I’ll be using them to create Eden also. Must get cracking…

When it’s done, I’ll be getting you all over for a garden tea. I’ll be sure to plant enough trees…haha…will get planting down and dirty in Ferragamos…