Woo! Yayin's gonna be back from Shanghai in under 12 hours. And it all seems to be quite fast. She wasn't really gone that long.

Today is my off day. My only off day for this week. I'm a super workaholic. But then as I've said, since I enjoy what I do, it really isn't considered work. As such, time kinda just slips through and before you know it, it's the weekend once again!

Recently, I took a listen to the radio. Popular English station playing contemporary hits and Billboard chartbusters. It's been a couple of years since I listened to that station. After they had some major revamp, I just turned it off completely. Furthermore, I began shopping furiously for CDs. And the MP3 player came along and my CDs are pretty much what I listen to 24/7.

Okay, so when I tune in to the station, it's the late night show that's on. I'd be lying on my bed, with my earphones on, listening, listening and listening. Very comfortably, I'll just fall asleep as a soothing voice continues on with boring and hyptonic topics.

Yes, that's Mr Hypnotic for you.

He's such a freaking boring jock.

But the producers were quite smart though. It's like the easiest way to hike up listenership. Well, listenership with the insomniacs, that is.

I could almost see people gathered at the Insomniac Club sharing their ideas and opinions, then this excited man comes up and say,

I think y'all should take a listen to this radio station that my daughter listens to. I overheard it the other night and for my first night in 10 years, I fell asleep like a baby without having to pop those pills!

He takes out a recording of the radio programme and played it for all to hear. Duh, before you know it, all the insomniacs are like sprawled on the ground, deep in slumber.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Hypnotic with you on 789fm, your companion to sleeping like a baby.

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I was just looking at my face, then I thought, "Wah lau, I think I not fated to have good skin siah,"

My friend was kinda given this job opportunity as a cosmetics girl. Then she told me, "But I thought you need perfect skin to do such job?"

I was like, "It doesn't matter, just try it,"

Then just recently, what she said came to my mind and I was like thinking, "Well, she could be out there showing people that you don't need to have perfect skin to be able to put on make-up."

Then again, what do I know about make-up anyway?

However, I'd like to discover what a concealer stick can do wonders for me. This face of mine is so terrible. Once I outrightly says that it's getting better, it simply gets worse the very next day.

Thankfully for me, I understand that Fate has to be fair. It's only a shame when Fate is fairer to some and less fair to others.

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Last night, I was working the midnight shift. And very unfortunately, I was doing main cashier. That meant lotsa stock counting, sales settlement, blah blah. This isn't something I was good at. In fact, I'm a total ass at it. But I managed to round up everything at 1 am.

After that, I decided to take the night rider bus home. After walking to Bugis, I had second thoughts and hailed a cab.

Then I realised that I had 13 dollars on me. I figured that should be enough. But hell it wasn't.

The taxi ended up having to take a longer route. I spent all my 13 dollars on the cab fare and I still had to freaking walk a freaking 12 minutes home!

Damn these itchy feet. Like I wasn't weary enough.

I reached home all sweaty and hot and tired. After a shower, I plopped onto my bed and got on with sleeping. This time, there wasn't any Shan Wee to soothe me to sleep. I was plain worn out.

Then today I woke up fresh and watched TV and decided to paint on a T-shirt.

I painted two black clouds, each with their own impressive lightning bolt and in between, an angry face. Because I cannot paint real life eyes, I made the guy wear shades. It's so much easier for me. And whaddya know, of course I splattered some paint on the overall design. Just tiny specks of paint. Unfortunately, I ran out of superglue to stud on my precious bling.

Come to think of it, if every one of my T-shirt has bling-bling, wouldn't it be like an obsession already?