The Budget Buster

i wished i did, but no i didn't.

I went shopping here twice and each time, about one grand spent, but mostly gifts though. Everything was super cheap, and 2 days there definitely wasn't enough.

The first time kinda sucked though, did you notice the Canadian flag? Well if the flag is there then why do Canadians have to be charged Duties and Taxes when they buy stuff here? I was fuming for a bit at the border, the duty and taxes came up to about CAD228.

Or is it because we are Asians and that annoying officer was retarded and thinks that Asians couldn't shop a lot and he's frigging jealous?

Or is it because the border was kinda empty and they decided to do some work so that they seek some form of entertainment on screwing Asians,

Or probably they just got screwed by their officers for not doing work?

The 2nd time, we went to a different checkpoint on the border, and the cute officer just checked our passports and waved us in. And hell yeah it was ghostly empty, it was close to 1am.

My Heart Stopped..

...at the sight of these pretty things! The cakes are really as good as they look.

There's a plethora of cakes and cookies at this store in the Public Market on Granville Island, which is also littered with chocolate boutiques. And this market is right beside Emily Carr Uni. Such divine horror!

A Brief Hello To Makati City

I really have to say business class on Philippine Airlines is equivalent to the economy class on Singapore airlines.

Up West, and Up North.

Amongst us are destroyed hearts, weakened by a lack of control, softened by those who are learned - the ones who manipulate, and avenge.

The learned, as they have learnt, seek destruction as conquests, and the weak, oh the weak.

The weak can see, have observed, but never learn, and this throws them into a dungeon deep within the ground for all others to heel and to toe.

And then there are the saviours, who seek justice. Who were weak but then learned, who can decipher the games of the manipulators and avengers. They seek justice and truth, and yearned to help the destroyed hearts to give them hope for life and living.

But more often than not, the destroyed hearts, they turn into animals, like those with ears spread out wide like a plane, legs short that kicks dead, and then bite the saviour his helping hand like a dog so mentally ill.

Now all saviours, they have gone, and hope, they are just mythical stories of times long past.