I was in the midst of waiting for my cupcakes to bake very montok-ly in the oven when I saw Paulo Coelho twittered his daily Cloning Confucius.

In fact I always retweet his Cloning Confucius but without spamming his own @ mentions list.

Last night I did cos I thought I had some sarcasm to pass on.

10 mins later, in my own shocking disbelief, he retwittered me.

I have written to him and sent him pictures (yes, i am his die hard fan and have read each and every book of his) only to get no reply. Probably because I am Muslim. Probably because he has too many fans.

Either way, I just let him be.

So can you just imagine my shock when he retweeted me in 10 minutes!!

11 hours later, my ubertwitter was giving me so many notifications.

You can really imagine the continuous shock that I had.

Lies.

I have been lied to many times and I know I am not alone.

I'm sure that many of you have been in my situation too.

I don't lie.

I avoid telling the truth, most times to save my arse la.

In truth, I just avoid voicing out, so many people really do not know me.

But in any case, I know of people who lie and lie like it is some form of addiction and it is also the reason why I understood why Paulo twittered that.

To them, it is not only a desire, it is a thrilling desire and when they lie, they probably reach the epitome of happiness, which is why I described it as 'orgasmic'.

But seriously, I don't care even if you lie to my face or not lah.

Bottom line, if it makes you happy then it cannot be anything terrible right?

I just hate living with guilty conscience.

That, I know some or many may not have. Each to its own. Which is why I don't say much about people's life. If one have problem about me gloating about mine, too bad. I don't.

So here goes, I remembered twittering that I accidentally bought a Prada.

Truth is, I was emotionally bribed into buying it.

It all started with my aunty buying a Fushia patent leather Prada.

Of course all of us oogled at it like mad.

Some of my other aunties bought similar designs. Mom bought the similar bag in creme/off white days later.

Last week, the same aunty bought it in orange which is also very rich in colour and sooooo chantek!

After a couple of days that Mom bought, she thought that the bag look too big on her.

Guess what happened?

She gave me that Puss-in-boots kind of look and ask me to buy it from her.

Wah lau!!

Emotional bribery habis kan!!

So it is really the 2nd Prada bought in under 40 days.

But I love my patent white leather Prada. In fact, I am carrying it everywhere that Alfi said,"Wah, da macam bag basahan.."

Blush ajer la.. Nak cakap aper lagi when I already so mati kutu.

Remember I said I don't carry branded bags to work.

I stopped caring what people think of me.

If they think I am a rich man's daughter, Alhamdulillah.

If they think I ketuk duit Alfi, also Alhamdulillah.

If they ask themselves, where the hell I get my money from, I will tell them to go figure.

If they smirk at me cos I am carrying a Gucci today and a Prada tomorrow, too bad.

I realised that I really don't need to please anyone.

Oh.. and LV is not in my league now, except that LV would still look good on men.

For relatively the same amount of money, I would myself rather get a Prada.

Remember I also said that every woman needs a black Prada in their closet?

I have 2 off-white Prada-s now and mom has 2 black Prada-s.

I DO NOT HAVE A BLACK PRADA!!!

I will always always get the opposite!

Ok fine!

I am not getting anymore Prada-s!

(meaning that any colour is accepted la or Mom, please sell me THAT black Prada)

Noooo!

I have my Saigon trip coming up in November!

Holidays for November to January next year are all scheduled liao!

Bags are evil!!

Get away from me!! I (do not) mean it!!