Oh people! Would you look at that? Just after the button that launches the tag-board. It's a new addition, 'Strike Count'.

Yes, I've included a visitor counter on my site. But frankly, four digits is pretty exaggerated. I know very well that only a small group of people visit my site. But nevertheless, I shall leave the counter as it is.

I'm happy just looking at it. Sometimes, the presence of someting is enough. You don't really need it to do anything. But at least you know for a fact that it's there.

This morning, I crawled out of bed to turn off the morning alarm, which is my mobile phone, actually. Then I read a mesage from a cousin, after which I was jolted out of my senses. I sprawled on the ground laughing 'cos it's was so amusing. Like seriously, that thought has never ever crossed my mind.

So the message went something like:

You should consider going into writing teenage novels. Reading your blog up till this hour(2.35am). Try writing. Really.

Can you imagine me penning books and novels? It's so weird right? But it's indeed something fresh and new, just the way I like it. Maybe I'll do just that. I don't know. You'll never know what's gonna happen.

For now, I think I'll just continue feeling good and penning down whatever I deem interesting. My mind is brimming with cool ideas, sometimes wacky. However, I am still unable to churn them out at will. Unless I get a brain wave, those wacky ideas will just be trapped in this thick head of mine.

Then another message came from a classmate. Went quite like that:

How you become so effectively bilingual?...

Once again, I was greatly amused by it. I thought my Mandarin was not that good. But seems that it's still pretty all right. My English also cannot really make it leh. I suppose, for my age, I should theoretically have a flourishing bank of vocabulary, accompanied with a witty yet mature style of writing. But I feel all I can manage is vapid teenage lingo.

Okay, so my English really isn't as bad as I think it is, but you can definitely agree that it has plenty of room for improvement eh?

As for my Chinese, I fear for it's future.

I was working just the other day when two Chinese nationals patrons came up to my counter. And they started asking me questions in heavily-accented Mandarin. I was stunned. My head spun like anything. I was speechless. So I just gave that blank look, at which I'm very proficient. So treacherous of me, right?

The scene was so embarrassing. I was so worried that I'd screw things up. And I eventually did. But at least the two men got what they came for. It had been an arduous 3 minutes of so. I always freak out when all the accented Chinese-speaking folks come by. Totally nightmarish. Yet Chinese isn't exactly something that I like very much. Maybe verbally it's still pretty acceptable for me. But when it comes to writing, I cannot make it lah.

Today, I went to Queensway Shopping Centre and IKEA Furnishings.

Question: What comes to mind when you think of IKEA?

Answer: YUMMY AND CHEAP HOTDOGS!!!

Very obviously, I managed to savour my favourite snack. I only had one because I wasn't really hungry. It could have been 3 hotdogs, you know. Then I went over to Queensway Shopping Centre, hoping to find a pair of jeans for the lunar new year.

What do you mean? Of course it was a futile search! This theory of mine has been tried and tested for many times. When you wanna get clothes, you cannot plan ahead what you want. It's very likely that you'd fancy nothing you see. I've experienced it many times, and I'm still shamelessly and hopelessly doing it time and time again.

Let's look back at my fabulous buys from Sunday. I hadn't planned on getting a long-sleeved shirt that day. I also hadn't planned on getting that fabulous-looking belt buckle too. They all called out to me. I didn't ask for them. The more you ask of them, the more they won't come.

Don't think you're King or something, please. It's not 'I want it, so I'll have it'. Let the clothes come to you, not the other way round. And because I'm personifying clothes, it gives you every single valid reason to respect and treasure your clothes.

When your clothes get old, retire them. I cannot stand the sight of people wearing visibly worn-out clothes and still having the cheek to parade the streets. Nobody will give two hoots if you look bad. But at least respect your clothes. You don't mind looking bad, but have you thought of your clothes? They look bad and you're dishing them out into the public eye against their will? That's pretty cruel, isn't it?

I have no further comments whatsoever.

So long now.