damn. my eyelids keeps freaking twitching.. erm, scratch that.. not my eyelid.. its actually my eyebags.. 'cept that i don't have frigging eyebags. its just that its in the general area..

as i type.. it is twitching away. i bet it knows i'm talking bout it.. grrr.

oh. just remb'd an instance in which you can actually see the general intelligence level [or lack of] of a PRfuckingC... a few days back, this moron asked me what was the smallest size we carried for this particular shoe design.. to which i replied "size 35".. guess what she asks next?

"do you have size 34?"

omfg. seriously. do they have brains at all!? or is it all just a hollow space in between their ears? sighs. seriously.. i wouldn't be surprised if one of my arteries suddenly just blew.. gawds. save me.

its just like when someone approaches me to ask me to help them get a pair of shoes.. so i ask them what size they wear.. and all they can reply is "my size" well, DUH.

"can you get me this shoe in black?"
"what size would you like?"
"my size"
*sighs..* "what size do you normally wear?"
*appears to be thinking* - "erm. my size"

damn you!!!

anyhoo. the soundtrack from phantom is on repeat 24/7. but of course, the one i'm listening to is the one from the musical, thereby being superior. hoho. the singers do make a difference.. [think "angels" by robbie williams and jessica simpson. bigggg diff] so here's one of the nicer and not overtly cliche songs. hees.


wishing you were somehow here again
..wishing you were somehow here again
wishing you were somehow near
sometimes it seemed
if i just dreamed,
somehow you would be here..

wishing i could hear your voice again
knowing that i never would
dreaming of you won't help me to do
all that you dreamed i could..

..wishing you were somehow here again
knowing we must say goodbye
try to forgive
teach me to live
give me the strength to try

no more memories
no more silent tears
no more gazing across
the wasted years
help me say goodbye


just in case you were wondering. this is not the case of me pining for some guy. thereby choosing this song.. it just happens to be a really nice song. anyway, its meant for christine's [the lead you moron] father.
HA! i bet you thought it was for her lover. HA!