My Sassy Girl's pretty pleasant to watch because it's very light-hearted. Nothing too emotional, nor was it gushing with endless passion. It was just right for an extremely exhausted brain, like mine. Ye lah ye lah, aku tahu aku amat outdated - i watched that darn movie only recently. pfffttt.

I needed to sleep right after the movie but I couldn't resist the books lying on my desk. I picked one out of the three on the very messy desk, entitled The Man With The Dancing Eyes. The cover would have you mistake it for a children's book. But really, it's a love story which unlike modern love stories, is not complicated and has not got much twist in it. Why do I read it then? Because it's a short story but beautiful nonetheless. In fifteen minutes, I had completely immersed myself into the character of Pierre who is a woman by the way. Within that time span also, I finished the book and felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

If only such uncomplicated, incandescent happiness truly exists. After a while, reads like the aforementioned leave me so miserable. bleh.

As much as I hate to snap back to reality, there's work tomorrow. Because I badly want to be the owner of that wallet-blistering, pocket-burning Aldo heels, I will and must get my butt to work tomorrow. This is so teruk okay. Look at me. I've become a money hungry, materialistic girl. tsk tsk tsk.

Tapikan... if it makes me happy, it can't be that bad. Right.

Keep on telling yourself that Ain.