17 Reasons Why it is Cool to Have 17 Plain Black T-Shirts

So Nadia has been giving me grief about my 17 pairs of plain black Ts that I own. Why, I have no idea. There's nothing strange with my dress sense. I have 17 perfectly good reason why it is perfectly okay to own 17 black tshirts.

1. Black tshirts are cool, says James Dean
2. Black tshirts are cool, says me (yes, I am going to shamelessly cheat on this list. Deal)
3. It matches with practically anything..
4. ..hence, you save time when picking stuff to wear
5. You can go crazy when you accessorize..
6. ..cause when you wear patterns or colors you should really rein in the add-ons
7. Same t-shirt, 7million different looks
8. You can buy them in bulks (yes, I am cheap. Don't judge)
9. Makes me look thinner
10. Makes anyone look thinner
11. Slogan tshirts are for idiots (I only own 2 of those kinds)
12. I'm incredibly messy and stain doesn't show on black. Yay black!
13. It's rocker punk, it's goth, it's adult sombre, it's hip, it's fun, it's anything you want it to be
14. Black is timeless
15. I look good in black
16. My personality makes up for my lack of color
17. I only have 16 pairs cause my mom threw one away so I don't really need a 17th reason now, do I?

So there. Satisfied? Do you now see why it is perfectly okay to own some-number amount of black Ts? I am not weird Nadia. You are. Ahem.

300 - end

mak made me promise to not watch it anymore.
she said there's obsession and there's insanity and there's total money wasting.
not that i agree but she did make me promise.
so there. no more 300 in wayangs.
end.


but i made sure the fine print mention that the promise should exclude instances when people belanja me watch.
hoho.

300 - III

still not over it.

should i get help?

300 - II

that much sweeter the second time around.
still not over this movie. gosh.
should be able to break my old record LoTR-FoTR wayang record (2001, 11 times).
my quest for the best movie ever has ended.
life, as i know it, has lost its meaning.
here's to 300.

300

best.goddamn.movie.ever.gah.

will try to write more as soon as i recover from the gorgeousness that is 300. gurgle.

Step 1

The first step to overcoming your problem is to admit you have a problem. So, here I go.
I admit I am powerless over my obsession--that my life has become unmanageable.
There.

I admit, I am totally, completely, utterly, wholeheartedly, undoubtedly, obsessed with the Jolie-Pitts.
Sad, but I am. Oh, how I am.
I crave everything there is to know about them and their kids. I love reading about Mad, Z and Shi. Especially Shiloh. Lord, worlds most perfect baby, ever. Ever.
I think these are the most perfect family ever, despite they look like a Benneton ad.
I know more than I care to know about them.
I think Brad and Angie can do no wrong.
I have always love their movies, all of them, and I have to admit, this might be an early sign of this illness.
I can never have enough of them. God, gimme more, gimme more.
And even though I love Brad since 1990, I cant be happier that he's with Angie. And that they made Shiloh. Cutest baby in this universe, have I mention that?
Gah.

See? I need help.

Now, step 2 : Came to believe that a power greater than myself could restore me to sanity.
Right now, Sanity is like a highway stop toilet. You just rather hold it than go in there.

Behold. Perfection!