Slept for the most of the day, no interviews today, supposed to feel more relieved, but actually not. Now, finally I started feeling the pressure of being unemployed, my mom was online, questions popped out, "how is your job hunting going? are you dating anyone recently?" I totally lost all my patience, told her that I was busy, then disappeared. 

Sent my black silk top to the laundry in my neighborhood, a little accident when I had fun with Dave a few days ago, some stains stayed on the new silk top, I tried to wash them off, but didnt work, so had to ask helps from professional people. The laundry store is run by an old couple, I go there a lot, for all my expensive clothes, which need to be cleanned in expensive ways as well, the old couple has been very nice, and they both know me. So this time for the stains on the silk top, the old man asked me, "what is that?" "milk", I lied. I wasnt going to tell him what exactly that was, thats too embarrassing. He took a close look at the stains, then turned to me, "No, I dont think its milk." "Err..." I had no idea what I should say, this just too funny, I was trying hard to hold back my laugh. Then I said, "Well, some food, with protein, jelly...whatever you think it is, can you get the stains off? I really like this top." The old man looked at me, then looked at the top, "OK, no problems." Phew...

Friday nite, got phone calls from friends, Darrin backs to town, wanna go out for drinks and crazy friday nite, but I really not in the mood. I said I wanna stay home alone, actually I was watching some old DVD, --Sex and the city, AGAIN! The episode, when Carrie is leaving for Paris, and Mr. Big trying to ask her to stay. I dont understand that, why people have to realize how much they want something or somebody only when they losing them??? Do I miss anything that I have lost? My last job? No, no fucking way. Any of my old bfs? No, I can hardly remember anything with them that could let me miss. What else? I dont know, maybe I just never miss anything that I have lost, should I feel happy for this? Or maybe, its cos that I never seriously loved any of them??? No, no, no, that is not true, I did love them, but might not love as much as I thought...

Anyway, Sex and the city got a happy ending, which I think is logically ridiculous, its supposed to be a sarcastic and cool show, but it ends up as a cheesy love comedy. Personally I am not against happy endings, I love stories with happy endings like most girls do, but for this show, logically, it just doesnt make sense! A 40s mature and sophisticated guy like Mr. Big, after all this drama, will chase after some girl like a desperate high school boy??? That is just so impossible, if you could think about it rationally. And Smith, the hot guy with Samantha, as a close-to-30, being unbelievably patient and loyal with his 40s gf, who taking a chemo, who used not to believe in relationships or love, and who ever refused to get serious with him... how many chance this kinda thing would happen in real life??? 1 of millions? or 1 of billions? Give me a fucking break! For the last few episodes, I think they should seriously consider to rename this show, not Sex and the city, but Legend and the city, LOL!

Ok, I have been over sarcastic, maybe when it comes to love, you just cant analyze it rationally or logically, after all, its not something programmed. Women want to believe what they believe, that is...cool, lets keep believing that, the legend of love would happen to everyone of us eventually.