shopaholic movie tonight was just heart-warming, happy and brought back happy memories of me curled up in my bed late at night, devouring the shopaholic series and dreaming of such crazy shopping sprees. haha.

and it also brought back memories of a certain LL. who scoffed at my selection of chick lit, who crushed whatever interest i had in writing, and the confidence in that writing. her unnecessary judgemental words put me off literature. with a combination of other factors (i won't give her influence on me much credit), time, interest and such, the number of books i've read since my 408 days are dismally few. and it makes me quite sad really.

i'm quite glad she isn't teaching anymore. she had no right to be a literature teacher. being the close-minded and judgemental she is. i have no qualms about admitting i love the shopaholic series and the happy mindless fluffiness of it all. i don't think just because i choose to read such books makes me less of a person or less intelligent.

so this time i'm heading to nyc. armed with a classic (persuasion by jane austen), chick lit (the flirt by kathleen tessaro) and norwegian wood.

and fuck you LL.