this article might seem unfeeling to some of you, so read on if you have a heartless heart

Don't get me wrong, I have never rejoiced in a person's death, but I shamefully admit that I almost breathed a sigh of relief when I heard that Alexander McQueen is dead. I mean, there would be no more fuckeries such as these shoes in the future. Yay! If that's not a good news, then I don't know what is.

Yeah, yeah I don't know heads or tails when it comes to fashion or haute couture, but so what? I know a beautiful thing when I see one though. And those shoes are pinchingly not beautiful. At least to me lah.

RIP Alexander McQueen. I'm sure I'd mourn you if I knew you personally.

Anyway, it's 10:57AM in the morning and the traffic is still very bad. I can even see it from my windows.

An officemate told me about her marital problems and it made me uncomfortable. We've only known each other since 3 weeks ago, so I think you can imagine how uncomfortable I was. I didn't even know what to say to her about that and to give her some advices seems rude on my part (she's about 10 years older than I am). Besides, I don't think it's in my place to give advices to anyone at all as there are so many things I have yet to learn, so many places I have yet to see, and so many things I have yet to experience. To give out suggestions and exchange views are okay, but I think I have to wait until I'm a bit older to actually be comfortable to give people advices.

And I don't know why, but people always tell me things. If you were a friend of mine, then I think that's okay. But for someone I just know, well, like I said, it makes me uncomfortable.