hello my name is christine and i like talking

I like the song always be my baby by Mariah carey.

Some songs I really take note of the lyrics but most songs I just like the beat and the sound and the whole general groove-factor. The only line I know very well from the song is this: “oooh _____cause you’ll always be my baby, …boy wont you know…always linger on…doo doo doo oh.”

I love anything music because it keeps you alive, basically. I know I am not too coherent right now but its almost Christmas and its quite exciting except for the fact that I haven’t been hearing too many Christmas songs in the lead up to The Day. And u see, I love Christmas songs so never hear, something lacking.

Well today I’m just gonna do a general ranting session, you know, because I don’t have a particular topic in mind, neither am I in a poem-writing mood, although, you know, more often than not my poems sprout out naturally because I am after all a natural, talented gifted poem-ist. Poet. Hahahah

Oh no I am laughing at my own joke. Please laugh along, my dears.

I am bored. I am listening to she will be loved by maroon 5. I like that song a lot as well. It is nice.

I don’t like the word nice.
It is too nice.

It’s average and stale and just plain nice. Like you’re nothing better, but nothing not too less. Shit my lips are dry. I need to put more lip balm. Speaking of which, everytime I go to a shop to buy lip balm I more often than not judge its lip conditioning ability by packaging. Not just the prettiness of the packet but the words as well. The words, they stimulate my senses and imagination and awakens my thirst for knowledge thus enabling me to purchase better lip balm. What utter bullshit right. Not that dramatic la but somewhere along those lines.

I read packaging a lot. Boxes of cereal, cartons of milk, cans of baked beans, wrapping on soap, bottles of shampoo, tubes of toothpaste… the like! It’s always interesting to see how much calcium there is in toothpaste, play “join-the-dots- to-form-a-picture” games on fruitloop boxes, and if the milk came from a black or white cow.

Like walking along the supermarket aisle, I secretly radiate the letters “SELL ME”. Anything in eye-catching packaging I will stop to look, feel and read. That’s why I often enjoy supermarket shopping! On top of stocking up on delicious food items to accommodate my fanciful and frequent cravings of course.

I don’t bother with the calories bit cause they only ever consist of numbers and numbers turn me off!!! I detest anything numerical. Seriously. Like the NUS students are given an email address with numbers. I mean, my gawd, are we just a mere fricken number?! I relate and react better to words.

I just enabled cookies on my office browser. Hah hope I don’t get sued for expressing my fantastic journalistic abilities during office hours!