Bah!

You've always longed for something, but when you've got that something, you seriously wonder if you really need it. Worse, you wonder if you're really happy with that something in your life.

Sucks right?

That's why I pity you.

Hahahahahaha!...

I finally have the power to manipulate digital photos, but what the hell?! I am having trouble posting my photos up. It's so irritating...

Anyways, I went to Sentosa yesterday and it freaking RAINED BIG CATS AND HUGE DOGS!

When you want the sun, rain, in every way possible, is not good.

But because we're supposed to make the best of situations, we continued playing in the heavy rain. Kinda cool, but it dampened my mood totally.

Last Saturday, I was walking from Bugis to Suntec. I was snapping shots of the DHL Balloon, buildings, etc.. There was barely any passers-by.

Suddenly, some idiot called me while I was very absorbed with getting a nice shot.

Idiot said, "Why are you touring Singapore and taking photos of everything??"

I thought to myself, "What the HELL??!!"

Okay, Idiot's not idiotic. Cos Idiot is actually Kalis.

Then on Friday, I decided at the very last minute to catch a movie. A FREE movie at that.

So I left Eng Wah Suntec and POOF! Out came this sale!

Caserini had a sale, with atrocious discounts. So I was eyeing all the nice-coloured shirts and felt very inspired.

And to my dismay, it had been the final day of the sale. So I decided to pounce on the opportunity and go 4 shirts @ S$29.90 each.

The bargain hunter hunts down the best deals in town.

After that, I went to Art Friend at Bras Basah Complex. I got light green bling-bling that SO matches the green stripy shirts that I got.

Hahahaha!..

Then I kinda spent some time at the NLB, reading about silk-screening and lithography, at the same time enjoying the cool air.

After that, I met Hairianto and his Jewish-Muslim (exotic right?) friend briefly.

We were shopping at Bugis Street.

Strangely, Bugis Street does not appeal to the bargain hunter despite the bargains because the bargain hunter despises fakes and does not scrimp on quality.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Ed Hardy caps selling at Bugis Street. To me, these fakes should be on sale at S$10.90. But NO! Those people were shamelessly selling FAKE ED HARDY CAPS at S$55.90!!! The most F-ed up thing was, THERE WASN'T ANY BLING-BLING ON THE CAP!

F*** these vendors!

In the same shop, I had to tolerate the munjen salesgirl's stupidity:

I saw a belt with a nice buckle. I asked if the buckle can be taken out and substituted with another. But apparently, the buckle seemed to be fixed. The f***ingly stupid munjen told me, "Orh, you just remove the screw lor,"

And spoil the freaking belt?! Screw her lah! After which I'll definitely "remove the screw lor,"

Sheesh.

Then we were at 'Give me back my SUNDAY', some local T-shirt brand.

Because the auntie saw the nice shoes that Hairianto was wearing, Hairianto got into an excited frenzy. I was also quite excited because I hand-painted those self-designed shoes myself.

Then the auntie told me, "You design stuff? How bout I get your number? Then you can consider selling us your designs if you have any."

Apparently they're expanding into a certain shopping mall and wants a whole variety of designs that they can print on T-shirts. But the keyword is 'SELL' my design. SELL=MONEY.

Nice opportunity eh?

And it's all BECAUSE OF HAIRIANTO who chatted up with the nice auntie that this whole thing came along.

(I cannot believe I just said that.)

The PC Show at Suntec started yesterday.

I went to the PC Show at Suntec yesterday aternoon.

Damn, it was crowded. I have no idea where all the people came from. Thursday afternoon and crowded Suntec City don't fit well together.

Anyways, I was there hoping to find a digicam, which I didn't because it was just too crowded. Totally killed my interest. Furthermore, I had all my barang-barang. Very inconvenient.

What the heck! So I left and met Hairianto for his hair-cut at Far East Plaza.

Then we were walking towards Heeren...

And POOF! Out came this Olympus Roadshow. I took a brief look and left.

After leaving, there was this nagging feeling inside. So I decided to go back.

And guess what?!

Kaa-Chiing!! with a swipe of a card and I got myself a digicam.

I mean, I GOT A DIGICAM!!!!!!

I was practically gleaming with joy.

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When I was at Far East, I got a new buckle! Frankly, I'm a buckle-whore. Wahaha!...

My uber cool cassette tape buckle broke! Can you believe it?? The person said it was beyond repair.

What the hell.

So I got a new one instead. This time, it's not a cassette tape.

It's a cassette tape PLAYER.

Yup, how cool is that, right?

I wore it to school today and it caught the attention of quite a few. There was a point in time that they were talking about it, complimenting it, complimenting ME, praising it, praising ME...

You know, I get that a lot, so it was still pretty acceptable for me.

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*smug look*

Okay, that was enough.

But do you know what's the best thing that happened to me today?

My self-portrait, which I completed till late last night, was due today.

I was feeling all strong and mighty because I was very satisfied with the turn-out of my portrait. Orange hair! I was so excited about that! And it looks great!

So during tutorial, the lecturers decided to be really cruel in the grading. You know what they did?

They started giving out A grades first. So he sifted a few out to the front, told them to hold up their portraits and said, "These are the A grades, yadda yadda.." They continued doing that for the B's, and the C's, and can-you-believe-it?!, even the D's!

So obviously for the A-graders it was very gratifying. But when it came to the C's and D's, OH MY GOODNESS?! Have they lost their minds? It wasn't just puncturing the egos. They were practically slaughtering them!

The faces of those who got D, I can never forget. It's very freaky.

That's because I earned myself the BIGGEST, FATTEST and JUICIEST 'A' in class. I suppose my loud orange Mohawk very subtly swept the lecturers off their feet.

When they picked me out for the A grades, there were only 5 A-graders out of 40 FYI, my heart just went fluttering. I'm freaking proud of myself.