Life is so wonderful!

Today, I sold a useless (to me only) textbook to a classmate. And then I bought myself a pair of slip-on shoes. I have done something really fantastic to it. Will post the photos up when I'm done.

Meanwhile, I'm a little distracted because my mother's been really cranky lately. And I mean really cranky.

Home is supposed to be a retreat, a haven. Well, supposed to. But instead, I get a visually disturbing dump full of clutter, with walls that have pieces crumbling off, big awful pipes that are rusted beyond repair, yellowing white paint on the walls, leaky taps, faulty sanitary ware, rotting wooden shelves, dining table with a split leg, and the list goes on. You know how audio accompaniment enhances a certain mood? Here, it works via the same principle, only in a totally different way.

Topping it all off is having people at home screaming at each other. Keyword: EACH OTHER. Which means it's between 2 people, and most definitely doesn't include me.

Very frankly, I'm sick and tired of all the shouting and hollering. It does nothing but pisses me off. And nothing gets solved in the end.

My mother, for some unfathomable reason, is very negative. She claims she's cheerful, optimistic and jovial. And she is lying.

Okay, maybe not lying consciously, because she herself is confused. Smiling and laughing do not simply denotes cheerfulness and optimism. It is essentially how you feel inside that determines it. But for my mother, she may be smiling on the outside, but inside, she's all cooped up with all her worries. I have told her that she is not a happy person. And she refuses to admit to it. Confused, I presume.

I'd say she's an extreme pessimist. And she's unwilling to heed my advice on feeling good. She insists on fretting over financial isues and what not. And I do mean insist! She looks at "Fretting over everything" as her long-term goal.

And please do not say to me, "Then the more you should do something!"

I have given her the paints and brushes. That's the most I can go. The canvas is hers to paint. I can do no more if she doesn't wish to get on with the painting.

For that, I can care no less. Very seriously, I do not care. But of course I feel sad over this matter. For me to help, she she's gotta help herself. So you see, there's really notthing much that I can do.

I shall not associate with people who are constantly feeling bad for themselves. This family is not just broke, it's shattered. I'm saying this very matter-of-factly. No running away from facts.

And for goodness' sake! I'M NOT DEPRESSED OR ANYTHING! I've long outgrown that. I'm just, well, painting you a picture of how things are around me. Salvaging the family, I suppose, will be useless because the shattered pieces have evolved. Or at least mine have evolved. You know how puzzle pieces only fit in one way, right? So it's the same thing here.

(You must be wondering, What's up with all the hypothetic talk? Well, nothing. Just felt like it.)

Therefore, when I have the chance to move out to live alone, I shall pounce on the chance at once, against all odds. I'm not being rebellious here. It's just that you're not used to seeing people not conforming to society. I'm a non-conformist. Do things different? It's OKAY.

Very importantly, I'd like to stress that DIFFERENT not equals WRONG. But to my mother, DIFFERENT equals WRONG in every possible way. How do you suppose I can live with that? Any chance at all will be next to nil.

Phew! All that's been said is making me feel just a little dreadful. Oh wait, now I feel peace in my heart. I've got everything off my chest. It's a good feeling. Since I feel extraordinary, I shall tell you a story.

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Wahaha!... Not today! Tomorrow perhaps. See ya!

Hey! Guess what? I got my hair cut on Monday. Hmm... Come to think of it, shave sounds more like it.

Anyways, it's so spunky and cool. I love it to shreds.

But the dreadful thing is, WHY DO THEY HAVE TO RAISE THE PRICES???

"Because of the Chinese New Year lor," IS NOT A VALID ANSWER AT ALL!!!

Is there any reason behind it? I seldom (close to never) read the papers, so I do not know. It's definitely dumb anyway.

For the new hair-cut, I got scolded by my mother:

ONE MONTH ONE HAIR-CUT! (intense glaring and eye-rolling) YOU THINK VERY RICH AR?! ONLY KNOW HOW TO WASTE MONEY! AND CUT UNTIL SO UGLY! SO PUNKY!

Let's look at what she said (not shouted) to me a few days ago:

Are you going to cut your hair before the Chinese New Year? I only allow you to go back there (It's Hairy!) one last time ar, cannot spend so much on hair-cuts.

What the hell?...

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Yesterday, I went for Rovers' PT(physical training). And now I cannot move my arms. My tummy muscles hurt. My back aches.

Any rotation of the upper arm induces a pain like no other. Luckily I do not have anyone to crap with today. Because if I laugh, I'll cramp up my tummy muscles immediately. I cannot walk upright because I just hurt all over.

So I was only out for a while today. Zoomed straight home after that. Great to just lean back and relax my whole body.

Well, except for my fingers since I've blogged aplenty for today.

I'm finally back after such a long time. And you thought I was dead?! No way! Just been kinda busy with things, keeping late nights and stuff.

But I'm back once again and it's bright and early in the morning. I feel especially great after eating ba-kwa (BBQ-ed pork) for breakfast.

On Saturday night, I went for SP Rovers' 25th Annual Dinner and Dance. Let's just say everything was planned according to a really strict budget.

Anyways, I brought (brought only, not wear) my maroon corduroy blazer, hoping to see a whole lot of people dressed up to the nines. But then my hopes were dashed. But it's all right, at least I didn't overdress.

Then people started to try on my blazer. It started out with a couple of people, then it suddenly grew to more guys coming to just try it on. All I'm saying is, MY BLAZER LOOKS FREAKING NICE LAH!

After the party ended, a couple of guys and I didn't feel like going home yet, so one of them suggested going Clarke Quay. I was like, "Yeah!". Yes, Clarke Quay. I went to Clarke Quay and stayed out till 2 am or something.

And you know what's at Clarke Quay right? But you didn't hear it from me. I didn't say anything. Just Clarke Quay. It was my first time anyway. Felt weird.

Then we were having a bite at McDonald's at Liang Court. My friend ordered a McSpicy and discovered that the bun was rock hard (literally). Asked for a change from the manager. You know what he got back? A McChicken.

But that's not the end of it yet.

When the manager came back with the McChicken, he said: "You can have this first. They are still preparing the buns for the McSpicy. I'll send it to you later."

In other words, "While you wait for your McSpicy to be ready, you can have this McChicken first."

I was just shocked. More of impressed actually. But my friend didn't eat it. Because we are not big burly Caucasians.

Have you seen how much they can eat? I think the guys average around 2.5 burgers at one go. It's so freaky. I saw this man with 2 BigMacs and finished it up really quickly. Powerful eaters.

Talking about burgers, I still haven't got the chance to dine at Carl's Jr. What a no-lifer...

Then yesterday, I spent my whole day working. The crowd was sparse, so there wasn't really much life going on. Except for me going crazy snapping photos of myself with a colleague's phone. Not to forget my endless burps.

However, yesterday was strange because in the first half of the day, I didn't have any burps at all. Then it kinda worried me because it's just NOT normal. Well, my worries ceased when the burps came thronging back in full force after lunch hour.

Man, I'm boring myself to death, much less you. See you soon with more substance.

P.S. My last post was on Friday? Meaning I was gone for the weekend only? Really?! Felt like a week of absence to me...

Today, I was at Temasek Polytechnic's Open House. I wasn't really there for the course info, was just there to soak up that wonderful air that TP offers. It's just fantastic air there. I don't know why. Makes me feel good.

Then later, I went shopping at Bugis. I was in ICON with a couple of friends. After shopping, we decided to GO EAT SHIT together in a shop selling Taiwanese delights.

Whenever I'm at the entrance to of ICON, I will smell this pungent stench, kinda like those that you get from cow dung or doggy poo-poo. And yes, the stench is strong. Very strong. All the while, I just told myself that it's probably some organic fertiliser they used for the plants. So today, I discovered the source of the stench and had a fun time eating it too.

Ladies and Gentlemen, for the first time of my life, I ate Fermented Beancurd - the one with appalling stench. To better describe this dish that Taiwanese people love, I shall call it SHIT-Flavoured Beancurd. Literally SHIT-flavoured.

At first, we were anticipating it. Then eager anticipation turned into a rude surprise. A surprise that sent our tastebuds into rage and left us speechless. We were just laughing our silly selves away. I cannot believe people pay for something that tastes so bad. I didn't even expect something that tastes so bad to exist. Most importantly, looks are deceptive.

It didn't smell that bad when it was served. Then I convinced my friend that it'll be completely different once you bite into it. Indeed, different it was. It was wilder than I thought. Totally blew my mind out. And I was very brave. I swallowed all that I chewed, which was half a bite-sized piece. In total, we ate one and a half pieces of it.

It's as though for once, I understand how some Caucasians feel when they smell durian. And now, I completely understand when someone says, "Go eat SHIT lah!".

SHIT really tastes bad.

But overall, it had been a really wonderful experience. It's not everyday that you get to do stunts like that. It's like Fear Factor made simple. And you know what? SHIT-flavoured beancurd provide endless fun (and stench) for everyone. They're great for parties, sleepovers, gatherings, whatever. Very importantly, they come cheap. You don't need a whole piece to freak someone out of their sane minds. A cube of 8mm will do the trick.

TIP: Engage in a good photographer. I think you should capture the magical moments when people eat SHIT-flavoured beancurd. It's worth the money (and laughs).

Yesterday was such a fun day.

I had a great time talking crap with my colleagues. Humorous crap. Funny crap. Side-splitting crap. Not crap crap.

Then I also got a fantastic insight to what goes on in a design course. And then I became really excited. I mean REALLY excited. I can almost feel it rushing throuh my veins already. I feel so glad that I've made up my mind. It's truly a wonderful feeling. As though I'm on the top of the world.

As a result, THE BURPING WILL NOT STOP!!!

You'd be incredulous how many times I can burp in an hour. I used to think it was kinda gross. But then when I was the one burping, I didn't think it was all that bad after all. I wish to record all my burps, then clip them together to produce a melody. Hopefully I can produce a full CD of burping melodies.

Erm, just wishful thinking on my part.

Anyways, some people can drag their burps for a few beats straight. I wonder how they do it. It's so amazing. You know, those long and draggy burps that have a certain cadence to it? It's not gross, neither is it unglam. Grow outta it!

You know how they always associate bingeing on ice-cream with depression? That's gotta be some serious crap I've heard. There's nothing wrong with gorging down one full pint of ice-cream. Especially when it's Ben & Jerry's ice-cream or something.

Have you tasted chocolates from Royce before? I tell you, they're truly delectable. It's like for once, you'd really really REALLY understand the phrase "Melt in your mouth". Cut into bite-sized pieces, it is really essentially that they're kept refrigerated. Just looking at it, you won't really think much of it. Until the moment you seal the chocolate off from the outside world in your mouth. From then on, it's heaven. Either you're speechless, or you cannot stop moaning. Moaning due to pleasure.

For me, I was moaning away. Sheer pleasure, okay. Then my colleague said I sounded like I was having an orgasm. Haha!... That's how wonderful Royce chocolates are. Talk about pleasures!

And since I remembered this incident, I shall recount it.

A while back, I was on the train, just minding my own business, listening to great music on my player while I sat beside a middle-aged woman.

Then by the corner of my eye, I caught that woman constantly directing her line of vision towards me. You know how uncomfortable it gets whenever you get someone staring at you. You can almost feel it creeping down your side. Or the idea of having someone peeking over your shoulder? It's just a thorn in one's side.

Anyways, so she couldn't stop turning her head to me. And I got a little fed-up and turned towards her, half-glared at her. Then I saw her lips move. I only saw her lips move and heard my fantastic line-up of music. So for I removed my earpiece and asked for her to repeat what she said:

It's too loud, (points to ears), you should turn it down. You don't feel it now, but when you reach your 30s or 40s, you're going to hear the ringing in your ears (while pointing to ears again).

Frankly, I was appalled. Caught off guard. I didn't know what to say, so I only managed to utter a feeble "Okay,". Consequently, I turned down the volume, just to appease her. After maybe a minute or so, I felt her say something again. Removed earpiece, asked to repeat:

You don't mind me telling you this, ar? Cos you know...

This time, I was really pissed. I just said, "Oh, it's all right. I don't mind." and flashed that million-dollar smile, in every way sarcastic. After which, I reverted to enjoying my music.

I alighted a few stops after that and immediately turned up the volume again.

You know the stupidest thing about what happened? She asked me if I'd mind what she said after she had said what she said. It's so STUPID!!! I mean, like what the hell?! She knew very well that she would be offending people by asking that lame request, yet she still did it. I'm not receptive to requests like that.

My only concern, get it over and done with asap, with minimal interaction while still being polite. Rudeness, by any standard, is unacceptable.

And for now, it's likely my music continues to play at that same decibel level. As long as I enjoy it, there is nothing wrong.

You should enjoy yourself too!

OKAY, 1 BIG QUESTION FROM ME:

How to configure my template so that I allow comments to be posted and viewed? Didn't work for the previous skin. This one neither. Same for all other skins that other people have.

Please help.

Today, I was stopped by a lady at an MRT station.

And no, she wasn't hooking me up or something. Just trying to "educate the public, especially teenagers on how to effectively manage their finances so that you will have a firm financial background to fall back on during tough times".

Yadda, yadda, yadda.

Then she also asked me a lot of negative questions. I felt interrogated although she was trying to make the whole thing as casual as she could. As though interrogation was not enough, she was asking questions that crossed my comfort zone.

Question 1: Have you ever thought of what you're going to do when you can't get a job?
Answer: Erm, no. (Frankly, it's a no. I don't worry about such things. It's way out of my league.)

Question 2: So what if you have difficulties finding a job for let's say, one or two years. Have you thought of what you can do?
Answer: Haven't really thought about that.

And there were other senseless questions that I can't recall.

But I definitely do recall her asking me to sit down at their booth to get more information on financial planning. Very obviously, I rejected her. When she asked wy, I just said I ddn't want.

It started out as a "survey". But turned out to be some lame finance thingy. Seriously, they're just out there to prey on unsuspecting victims. And the gullible will definitely step right into their scheming trap, only to find someone talking them crap, in a way sicker than Michael Jack.

I'm heavily influenced by rap music.

Run Like The Wind

Run Like The Wind

Looking back at it, it's kinda cheesy, don't you think?

I had used this as one of my long-term goals. But at least when you read it out to yourself, you don't feel negative right? Rather than you say, "Trim off excess fats by running regularly". Tell me you feel good when you recite that to yourself.

Anyways, this morning, I went for a jog. Jogging isn't really routine for me. It very much depends on how I feel. But today, I half-jogged and half-ran for like approximately 24 minutes. Pretty amazing feat, if you ask me.

But at the 18th minute or something, I felt like I was gonna die! Then I felt a little stupid(not dumb, but STUPID) for pushing myself so hard. So immediately I flip switched to think of something more positive, as I knew feeling stupid would eventually lead to something bad happening to me. Thus, I endured and finally stopped at the 24th minute.

Boy, did it feel good to stop. Then I looked back and thought, "Man, I'm good!"

Okay, maybe not that much of ego coming out of it, but it was great! I'm not as weak as I thought I was. I should banish that thought into hell, and never hear from it again.

See you later!

New Skin Once More

Golly! Look at the time!

I have spent at least 3 hours on this new skin. It's such a headache. But it strange that I derive joy out of it too. We bid goodbye to the dark and gloomy storm-inspired layout to say hello to this bright and cheery retro-looking skin. Changes prefer to come in groups.

Tweaking with the html codes is tedious, man... I can never be pro at html codes. It's so complicated. I tried reading up some online tutorials and then I realised that there's still so much to master to become a pro at it. Whatever...

In the meantime, I'm very proud of my new creation. Looks great, feels great. I feel that sense of accomplishment. It's a really gratifying feeling. I'm all warm and fuzzy inside. What can I say? I totally rock...

I feel my creativity flowing already. And you know what best way to utilise this creativity? Plonk it generously on clothes.

With that, I mean coming up with uber cool designs for fashion apparel. And you know where that's eventually going to go? It's gonna lead to sales and marketing. Today, I received a message which had an entrepreneurial spirit attached to it, asking if I was interested in getting roped into business selling DIY-ed goods. Of course I agreed to it. I'm always game for new challenges.

You see, that's the great thing about being adventurous. You just derive so much joy and excitement outta it. And you'll never ever know what to expect, so 100% of the time, you're just getting amazed by what you eventually get.

Recently, I've been feeling really in touch with my inner self. I have come to embrace who I really am inside. No more self delusions, no more self denial. The timing couldn't have been better. I'm just so happy every day.

However, it's really a shame that some things have to part too. Well, you gain some, you lose some. In the end, it's just all for the better, so enjoy the moment, and feel good about the future.

Yes, I know how hard it can be, especially since this society is, to most people(excludes me), cruel, gruel and unforgiving. Societal pressure is driving everyone bonkers. So don't let it get to you. It's that simple.

To quote lyrics from a song by Akon titled "Don't Let Up":

No matter how bad things get

Just don't let it get to you

I know you're trying to make ends meet

So don't let it get to you

You only got one life to live

So don't let it get to you

So go on and make the best of it

Just don't let it get to you

All right, I confess.

That surprise of mine isn't really that fantastic to you out there. But at least it is to me, and that's pretty much all that matters.

But of course, I'll not neglect my readers too. So millions apologies for the not-so-surprising unveil. Who ask you to think so far out anyway...

Okay, so from now on, I pledge to not cultivate false hope and anticipation in you. I suppose this once was enough for you. Or is it?

In the meantime, you can relax as I bring you more outrageous and interesting entries.

Alright, alright, no false hope and anticipation. I get it. Got it, keeping it. You can relax, seriously...

Today, let's take a look on my dislike for dumb people. Not dumb vs. intelligent kinda dumb, but more like bimbotic and himbotic kinda dumb.

Sometimes I have no idea if these bimbos and himbos are just feigning ignorance or what. Some things are just so obvious and you're not getting it? It spoils the fun and reflects the lack of sense of humour in you.

Despite my intense dislike of these 'slower' people, I do not go around dissing them. It's very mean, okay. Instead, I like to behave like one of them.

Seriously, it's quite fun being a himbo. Dumb, of course, but happy at least. You could say the extreme bimbos and himbos are the happiest people alive since they'll have the most ignorance about things around them. And as I've always said, Ignorance is bliss.

While acting dumb, I'm not just having fun acting, I'm also having fun poking fun at them. I have constantly been amused by some silly antics from dumb people and I feel incredulous that some of them can say some really, well, dumb things.

I'd like to say, DUMB not equals STUPID. If you think why I'm such a meanie-beanie, then you're considered STUPID, not DUMB.

Well, I'd like to think of DUMB equals FUNNY (in certain ways only).

In cracking jokes, being dumb isn't going to help anyone. It'll just be a hindrance to the general audience trying to have a good laugh.

However, being dumb in sitcoms is just plain funny. Have you noticed in American sitcoms that there's always at least one dumb character who thinks he's especially smart? Now, that's when DUMB equals FUNNY. And I think they're subtly poking fun at the immensely dumb population of people.

Oh yes, you know what's the best thing about teasing these bimbos and himbos? For at least half the time you poke fun at them, they do not realise it! It just gives you that much more reasons to laugh out loud. However, I prefer to snicker silently.

To all the bimbos and himbos:

You light up my life.

Hello there!

Ready?

I can't hear you, Ready?

Here goes! Take a look at this:
Let me introduce all of you to Sally. Yes, that's right, that's a really fantastic portrait of Sally. She looks so happy and joyous right? Don't you feel warm and fuzzy inside when you see her happy face?

And you know what the big surprise? You can find this priceless portrait of Sally on one of my fashion apparel.

Behold:

P.S. Variation in colour of denim due to inconsistent camera techniques.

Yes, indeed it is.

I have sent my oldest pair of jeans to HAUT for customization. I'm enthralled by the artist's creation. Don't you think it's so freaking cool?!

I had left very little specifications for the artist, Aisha, hoping I can get a surprise when I get my jeans back. A surprise I yearned, a surprise I got.

See that dark patch on the right pocket? It got removed. Aisha had SMS-ed me, "Is it okay if I sacrifice one of the back pockets?"

I was like, "Yeah, go ahead, I'm ready for anything."

It's just so wonderful, eh?

When I went down to collect it, they asked me to put it on and guess what they did? They took a full-length photo of the satisfied me in the fabulous new artwork. And then they told me that they are gonna be putting up the photo in the shop. Talking about free publicity!

Here's a closer look at the magnificent sight:

Isn't that great work? And I paid good money for it.

I'm so happy. You should too. Let's be joyous together. I know it's not always that you're feeling happy. So for now, feast your eyes on this ethereal sight.

This pair of jeans got a great new look now. It's like an Extreme Makeover.

Has Sally gotten your attention yet?

Call me a no-lifer, whatever. I cannot care less. I think I'm gonna spend my weekend churning out entry after entry. Sometimes it just makes you wonder if I'm deprived from talking outside of the Blogosphere. Fortunately, that's a no.

Anyways, let's zoom straight to the point: I LOVE JUNK FOOD!

Lunch Menu for Tuesday

Main Course
2 bags of delectable Jack&Jill potato chips served with salsa chilli seasoning
Koka's spicy marinara flavoured rice noodles served hot in styrofoam bowl.

Beverage
Glass of Sprite with plenty of ice cubes

Lunch and Dinner Menu for Thursday

Main Courses
Koka's Tom Yum flavoured noodles served hot in styrofoam bowl.
Koka's Spicy Marinara flavoured noodles served hot in styrofoam bowl.
Koka's Laksa Singapura flavoured noodles served hot in styrofoam bowl.

Beverage
Free flow Sprite (of which I made good use of)

Dessert
1 tub Ben & Jerry's New York Chocolate Fudge ice-cream.

Dinner Menu tonight

Main Course
3 bags of Jack&Jill potato chips served with salsa chilli seasoning

Beverage
2 cans of Sprite Ice

In case you're wondering why I haven't grown fat and ugly, or even die, it's because I feel really good after eating junk food. Feeling good is all that matters. But deep down, I know it's not really good for the body to take in so much junk food.

Which brings me to why some smokers have flawless skin. We all know smoking is not really beneficial. But when these smokers light up a cigar and start sucking at it, they feel good. It brings them relief. They start feeling good. Flowing positive energy. So indirectly, they benefit from smoking by developing good skin.

Not to sound jealous, but that kind of flawless complexion, is beauty that's indeed skin deep only.

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.

Sorry folks, but my much anticipated surprise has been postponed till tomorrow, Saturday. But because I need to prepare some materials for the Big Unveil, you'd probably only get to hear from me on Sunday early morning or late at night.

Meanwhile, we take a look at my recent happenings.

Far East Plaza has got the be my favourite hang-out. The place is just brimming with great stuff. It's like a treasure trove, laden with surprises.

Recently, I met someone who is also a Far East Plaza regular patron, like me. It's so amazing. And you know what's more amazing? We're both head over heels in love.

Yes, that's right, in love.

I know it's a little unbelievable and all, but you cannot deny facts. I'm really glad that I managed to muster up the courage to publish this entry with heartfelt revelations about my love life.

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Oh, PUH-LEASE!!!

Wahahaha!... I was just pulling your leg. I just love that shocked look of yours. If not shocked, then incredulous at least. I just love talking crap. It's so funny...

Anyways, we are indeed head over heels in love, but not with each other lah, we're all over the place when it comes to Ed Hardy's rhinestone-studded, tattoo-inspired design caps. Bling bling!! and Kaa-Chiing!!

The Ed Hardy cap is like our common goal. But for now, we're loving Far East Plaza like hell.

It's so freaky to met someone so much like yourself. But it's pretty cool at the same time.

The Unhappy World

I'm truly a happy person. And I don't see what's wrong with it. This dumb society has people thinking that Life is all about misfortunes, grief, regret, and all things negative. It's as though there's no such thing as happiness, not of course if you're rich, that is.

However, I'm not rich, yet still happy. And I guess people have a problem coping with that. It especially becomes difficult to accept when something different comes along.

That's exactly how I like things to be. Different, fresh, bold. There's really nothing wrong. I'm not afraid of pursuing my interest in design. People can give me sound and valuable advice, but that's not what I really wanna hear.

If only someone could tell me, "You live only once. Pursue what you're passionate about. You wouldn't wanna bust your prime years doing something that's not you." You know, it'd really help if that someone was of blood relation too.

But so far, I'm the only one who have told myself that. Frankly, that should be adequate for me. Of course, I cannot forget that my best pals are there to support me too.

And back to this dumb-ass society.

"Biotechnology is a good course, it'll bring you far. No need to fear not having a job in the future."

F- that to the depths of Hell!

Science is portrayed as the best thing to pursue. It seems like your future will be bright if you're pursuing a Science subject. So only doctors, scientists, and other Science related professions can make it big? Gimme a break lah.

It's so stupid to think that way. It's totally baseless. Completely absurd. The good thing is, I have a sense of humour and I absolutely understand what the joke is driving at.

F- this silly society. I don't believe it'll change anytime soon.

Meanwhile, these people can go on feeling hopeless and fearful. They can go on making stupid decisions, then regretting later. It's not my problem. They do not want to take control of their lives. There is nothing I can do. I feel sad for them.

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Suddenly I'm happy again. Haha!... See, I told you I'm a happy person.

However, last night, I felt really sad. So sad that I felt like crying. I shan't elaborate on it, 'cos it's kinda personal. It's one of those things that are just the way they are. It's something that cannot be changed, so the only way out is to accept. I have accepted, but it's just that sometimes I'll just look back to wish things were different. Call it melancholic flashback.

Life is happy. But it's okay to indulge in OCCASIONAL bouts of negative emotional expression.

I'm off to enjoy Life. Hear from me soon on my long-awaited surprise. Sunday, it'll be.

Hey! Thursday's only one day away. It's definitely really exciting for me. Maybe you won't be as thrilled as me. I don't know, we'll just have to wait and see. I cannot wait!!!

Working It!

This rain today has got really fantastic stamina to be able to go on for hours straight. But at least, I'm lovin' it like crazy.

My mother told me, "With this rain going, it's almost equals to having one arm gone, since you'd have to carry the umbrella."

I replied, "No, not me." and gave that innocent look.

Then she said, "For weird people like you then it's different."


Today, I went shopping. Actually, I was asked to go shopping for clothes by my mother. So I left home in the afternoon, when it was drizzling. I just refused to bring an umbrella despite the rain. I shall not be caught dead with an umbrella. Here are the reasons why:

1. Rain is cool.
2. Umbrellas hinder shopping.
3. Umbrellas are heavy and bulky.
4. Umbrellas are ugly.
5. I love to walk in the rain.
6. Umbrellas ruin my look.
7. Umbrellas do not ensure that I'm kept dry.
8. I have better things to do with my hand.
9. Umbrellas suck!

I have been in the rain many times today. In total, I think I should have had at least a full pail of rain water on me.

I was going to IMM from Jurong East MRT station. Rather long walk, considering the fact that it was raining heavier than before, but still a drizzle nonetheless. Anyways, halfway through, someone with an umbrella came up to me from behind and offered to share his brolly.

I was awestruck! It's just so weird. SO WEIRD!

But nice guy he was. And I thought there were no nice people in Singapore.

Today, I bought a green-striped long-sleeved shirt with military motifs, badges and rank, etc. From RADIOACTIVE shop in Far East Plaza. Exactly what I wanted. It was new arrival too. Indeed, arrived at the right time. I'm so lucky.

While strolling in the rain along Scotts Road, I had a brain wave and decided to get a belt too. So after buying my shirt, I went to LIPS ENTERPRISE to get my awesome belt with an even more awesome buckle. Didn't really know what to get, until the 'sista' showed me a cassette tape buckle. I was like, "Cool!". And of course I got it. It looks so vintage, so ancient yet classic. Fantastic!

That was pretty much it. Saw a nice looking cap too, but wasn't really sure if I should get it, especially when now there isn't any valid or good reason to cover up my awesome-looking hair...

I'm so excited with the new clothes. However, if I were to wear it anytime before the Chinese New Year, my mother's sure to scream. The only reason why she's prompting me to go get new clothes is because Chinese New year is coming. However, for me, getting new clothes depends on how I feel. Especially when I feel good. The dangerous thing about spending money on clothes when you're feeling down is that you're most probably gonna get ugly clothes. There's really no way for good clothes to come your way when you're feeling so negative.

Whenever I feel slightly bad, the sure-fire way to cheer myself up is to cook up a storm. Haha, okay, not much of a storm, just something minor. I love potatoes, pasta, cream, mushrooms, ham and herbs and lotsa Tabasco sauce. I'm not that much of a cook really, but I can at least whip up something that's presentable and taste okay.

Cooking is fun. It's like painting.

I've painted 'NERD' on my tee already. It looks fab. I added in dripping paint at the bottom of the letters too. In silver paint. I couldn't get the white on, so I settled with silver. Looks so cool. And I took a picture of it, with a you-cannot-believe-anyone-is-still-using-it kind of camera. Let's wait for the photos to be developed before I upload it.

Meanwhile, be VERY excited as Thursday draws near...

A Series Of Unfortunate Events

1. Gave myself a nasty boo-boo on the left index finger. Was trying to slice open the top of a squiggy paint bottle. Used much force. And poof! I sliced myself too. Got stunned, went into mild shock. Hurriedly called first-aider friend for help. All was fine.

2. Had a great big fall. Some F-ing dumb-ass at home decides to mop the floor. Did a lousy job. The floor was wet with soap water. WET. Slippery wet. Not damp wet. Leapt off my bed as I usually do with much ease. Instead of landing on feet, I skidded a little, landed on right pelvic area, head bumped slightly onto TV rack. Crammy space, I'd say. And to hell with that jinx.

3. Freakin' computer took three illegal shut-downs before successfully connecting me to the Internet. I'm patient. So I could afford to wait.

4. Freakin' compter, again, turn against me. Closed my Explorer window in the midst of typing an almost completed blog entry. I'm used to it. Just wait till I get my own computer. Oh yes, just for your information, this happened because that jinx which couldn't mop the floor properly decided to interrupt me.

That's the end of the series of unfortunate events. Now I hurt like crazy. But today hasn't been all bad. It just happened that today I had to suffer an onslaught of misfortunes.

Nevertheless, I got myself new clothes. Well, they're not what you'd expect, because I got them in Bedok Central. Anyways, I was hanging around in Bedok when I got a brain wave. Then I found myself at Giordano trying on a T-shirt size. I left with 2 white tees and a black one. Yes, black and white. PLAIN black and white. So I can paint on my own designs.

So a while ago, I started on a white tee. Painted a nice and big gold rectangle on it (Hence the cut on finger). In later stage, I shall imprint the word "NERD" right in the middle of the gold box. Something like that: (except there's no black outline and word is white)



Meanwhile, I am anxiouslt awaiting the coming of Thursday. It shall be the day of relevation. I'm so excited! You shall be too when the day comes. It's a surprise.

Prepared to be surprised.

HAUT

Have you always wanted to customize your own clothes, be it jeans, jackets, t-shirts, etc, but never knew how because you're afraid that you might end up wrecking your clothes?

Well, fret not! Because HAUT is around!

HAUT provides customization services for you! You can bring on whatever you'd like for them to print out cool designs for you. And if you're especially inclined towards graphic design, why not come up with your own design, colour scheme, and then hand it over to the people at HAUT to do professional printing service on your clothes for you?

The shopkeeper is a really friendly woman. Excellent customer service attitude. She had told me that HAUT also specialises in military gear. And trust me, the look is getting hot these days. Stocks are limited, so if you like, you should buy it. They don't mass produce their goods, so you can be sure that you wouldn't be caught dead with someone wearing the same thing.

HAUT goes for that ultra vintage look. Oh, they offer services to rip your jeans too. There's just so much that they offer, you should just check it out yourself. Anyways, as I was saying, HAUT gives that vintage flavour to your outfit. I don't think anyone can go wrong with that vintage look.

New stock come in every 2 months, so you can bet that you won't see the same old stuff all the time. The shopkeeper also told me that stock for vintage military pouches are coming in soon.

Oh yes, before I forget, HAUT sells the coolest apparel, especially for guys. The shopkeeper had said that they try to import goods from US, UK, and other further places, so they can provide more variety instead of seeing the same old styles in Malaysia, Indonesia, Thailand, etc.

I'm so excited just talking about it. It's like my dream come true. I believe everyone should at least drop by HAUT, get at least a belt done. I have yet to witness their works of art on my clothes. I believe it'll be some time soon.

And just in case you're wondering how I manage to come across such cool deals, it's because I have a life, and I get out a lot. So to you out there:

"GET A LIFE! BE ADVENTUROUS! SCOUR THE STREETS!!!"

HAUT Customization Service is found at ICON @ Bugis Point 530 North Bridge Road Unit 03-01H.

Or in really simple terms, ICON @ Bugis Point is opposite BreadTalk Parco Bugis Junction. Cross the road and you won't miss it. Go up from the stairs you see in front of you. No way you can miss it. Absolutely no way.

High Flying

Yesterday morning was really terrible.

I kinda woke up feeling like I've fallen into a bottomless pit. The thing about me is that I either feel really good or really bad. There's no such thing as feeling neutral or okay. Anyways, it was then that my alter ego (Aego) screamed out loud:

"THIS CANNOT GO ON! STOP DELUDING YOURSELF AND GET THE HELL OUT OF BIOTECH! DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK YOU CAN LIVE THROUGH ANOTHER 2 YEARS?! DO YOU?! I'VE BEEN TRYING SO HARD TO TELL YOU THIS, BUT YOU! YOU AND THAT THICK HEAD OF YOURS! JUST WOULDN'T LISTEN! WHADDYA TAKE ME FOR? INVISIBLE? GO GET A LIFE! STOP ALL THE DELUSIONS! WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE WHAT OTHERS THINK? FOLLOW YOUR GODDAMN HEART, YOU LAME-ASS!"
Finally, I can quit telling people that Biotech sucks. And I've to totally agree with Aego.

I've denied myself for far too long and I'm so ready for some kick-ass changes. It shall be the first major change in 2006 and I'm glad it's a good one. I was naive a year back which resulted in a year-long lesson that was learnt. This time, I back with more oomph and sense. I shall not learn another year-long lesson.

Whenever people asked me about what course I'm doing in Poly, I always say that I'm 'doing Biotech'. Well, 'doing' isn't good enough for me. I don't want to just do and not enjoy. I had sent an SMS to a friend in Temasek Polytechnic's Visual Communications. I had asked, "Is it fun?"

An the reply I got was, "Fun? Hmmm... Seriously, it's about passion. If you're not interested, then you're not gonna last."

How true. Everything boils down to passion. I had said some time ago that I would like to be passionate about what I'm doing. And Biotech is way out of the league. It's not even close to what I like. I don't wanna just 'do' my course. I wanna 'pursue' it.

It just sounds that much better right? And it doesn't just look and sound nice. It's gonna feel nice. It's gonna be an enjoyment, a commitment that I'll be willing to make. I don't usually make commitments, but when it comes to the right things, you'll never know what'll happen.

I didn't dare to publish this issue because I felt that I needed to confirm the decision before letting the whole world know (haha!...).

And to confirm my decision, I had to go through the head of the household, my mother. See lah, that's the thing about being a juvenile. Everything also must get parent's permission. Anyways, I was surprised at how easy it went. I was still feeling a little jumpy last night. However, last night hadn't been a great time to tell her anyway. So I waited till tonight to tell her. I was rummaging through my mind as to how to start the conversation. I was that close to freaking out. But since I swear by feeling good, I immediately flip switched to feel good about things.

So, while I was washing the dishes (I cooked pasta for dinner for myself earlier and it tasted fantastic as it always does), I just commented, "(Sigh!) Study until wanna die already."

From that moment on, everything went smoothly as I recounted to her some of my stupid choices and told her about my plans. She even told me to get more info first and gave me other useful information. It's amazing how everything proceeded with such ease.

And so with the green light up, I'm ready to embrace a new beginning.

Congratulations to me!

New Year, New Fears

I don't know how and why, but the first few days of 2006 have been really creepy. Not that smooth sailing and I'm feeling a little jumpy. Maybe even freaked out. I feel bad.

What a bad start. And my cousin got booted out of Campus Superstar. It's just the first round! Anyways, to heck with it. I shan't talk about Campus Superstar 'cos it's not worth the time and effort. Then I got booted out of my group for a module's presentation. Can you believe how tough things are going? My gosh! If this goes on I think I'm gonna pass out.

I'm so bugged down by school too. More specifically, it's the freakin' course that's bugging me like hell. I'm that close to giving up. Oh wait, I'm not even sure if I had taken it up in the first place. It's all so weird. And then there's all that crap that people are telling me. I think I'm kinda crumbling under all that pressure. It's so unlike me, but hey, it's the new year. Strange things happen.

Back to me getting booted out of my group. Seriously, I hadn't officially joined the group. So it doesn't really affect me that much. Though when the news first broke, I wanted to wail like a baby. Then I just thought it wasn't that worth it and I was back and alive in around 10 minutes or so. Okay, so the thing now is, I'm not gonna get a grade for that presentation. Which also means I can kiss passing that module goodbye. There's always next time, so whatever. To hell with it.

Then I thought to myself, "Do I even work well with others?"

And with almost absolute certainty, I replied, "No."

So let's conclude that I do not work well with other people. And then it all boils down to me again. I HATE TO BE TIED DOWN BECAUSE I LOVE FREEDOM.

In this case, group work crosses that comfort zone of mine. This makes me really uncomfortable. And I suppose it's the end of me since I can't work with others? Actually I don't think it's that serious. But let's just keeps things to the extremes. For contrast and oomph. (Haha!...)

This little 'problem' here has in fact been loitering around in my head. It's just that I haven't been paying much attention to it. I don't think my life is over because to be really concise, I do not work well with STRANGERS. And it doesn't help that STRANGERS come in the form of 2 smart-alecky, rich and stuck-up kids, as in the case of the group I got booted out from.

I knew it was suicide when I decided to join the "Arrogant Duo" in that elective module (meaning these people aren't from my course). But hell, I just wanted to know how stuck-up people function. Oh, when I say stuck-up, I mean REALLY stuck-up, arrogant, snobbish, speaks-with-"posh"-accent, show-offy, and well, RICH. Being rich and snobbish doesn't go together. You might as well be a freak.

So Arrogant Duo kicked me outta their group and I'm sure to fail my elective module, which in general, "no one fails their elective modules". F- that, please. Thank you.

By the way, Arrogant Duo is made up of one ugly guy and an even uglier girl. Hope your lunch digested well.

It's really no time to feel sad for myself, 'cos I believe that's the way I am. To put it very bluntly, I bum around like a sloth, except that I'm much cuter. Woohoo!~ Take it or leave it.

For the New Year: I DO NOT WORK WELL WITH STRANGERS.

And BAM! It's the last day of 2005.

I'm so glad I'm gonna be a year older. It's gonna be that much more fun. I'm wild!

The best thing about this year, is the Singapore Polytechnic Library. Yes, you heard me right, the SP Library. And you thought only no-lifers hang out at the library. You're wrong!

For me, I don't usually read. The only reason I hang out at SP library's because I can surf the Net for free. But that one book that I found at the SP library was life-changing. That was back in late September.

If not for the SP library, I would never have come across that book titled, "Excuse me, your LIFE is waiting" by Lynn Grabhorn. The book provided a bold new perpective of Life for me. And that was pretty much all that I needed.

Just imagine if I hadn't read that book. I'd still be complaining and whining about my life, constantly wallowing in self-pity, drowning myself in my own pain and sorrow. What a sorry sight, eh? Well, be thankful that none of us will ever live to see that sight.

Instead, I had gained so much more from the book. It had given me a simple concept (feeling good) and I've put it to good use. It had been fate that I was bestowed with that gift. And I'm super duper elated that I had pounced on the chance and not let it go to waste. You see, things have been going oh-so! smoothly for me.

I could have never got my new hairstyle. Can you imagine that? I'd be looking from bad to worse as the days pass. Can you imagine that? My life would be so over then.

But it isn't!.. :)

3 months of buzzing with fervour reaped such bountiful harvest. I can almost taste the sweetness of 2006. Just feel the energy. 12 full months of positivity!

I cannot wait!!!

ICON @ Bugis

This afternoon, I embarked on one of my wherever-it-takes-me-I'll-go journeys. Essentially, these are just walking around aimlessly, checking out whatever new place on the way.

However, today, I was specifically looking for ICON @ Bugis. ICON is a new shopping retreat somewhere in Bugis. 90 over shops set in an industrial shophouse. Kinda Hong Kong inspired, and first of its kind in Singapore. Opens today.

But I didn't find it. The feeling was slightly off, so I didn't find the place. I remember getting the flyer with the map on it on Christmas Eve. Then I threw it away after reading. So based on really vague memory, I searched for the place to no avail. So sad lah...

Instead, I ended up at the Concourse, which is such a bad place. I've always thought that they had cool stuff over there, but it seems I'm wrong. So boring!

Then I headed to Raffles City, hoping to get a bright and cheery looking long-sleeved shirt from ProjectShopBloodBrothers. But then I just couldn't bear to part with S$77.70 GST inclusive. Yet that multi-candy-coloured shirt screams, "YOU"RE THE ONE!".

In the end, I just bit my lip and forced myself outta the shop. Well, it wasn't all that bad, because I saw a couple of girls giving out flyers for ICON @ Bugis. Immediately, I went over and asked for one. The girl looked really happy when I asked one from her. It's really no wonder when you consider the fact that people are just ignoring them.

So when I came along and voluntarily asked for one, she got pretty bemused. Rude people...

It seems like towards the end of the year, all the rude people throng out onto the streets, spreading their rudeness like a plague. Is it the air or what? I've seen so many horrible people prowling the streets over the past week or so. It's so freaky.

Anyways, back to ICON @ Bugis. I'm all revved up and rip and raring to charge into the place as soon as I can.

My hopes are high,
My list is long,
Pockets full of money,
Until ICON came along.

Wahahaha!... :D

Busy, busy, busy...

These few days have been rather busy. But as strange as it sounds, I'm very much enjoying it.

That's because I've been busy with things that I enjoy doing. You seriously think I'm busy with school? Man, get a life lah!

Then comes Monday, the first episode of Campus Superstar. It's a live studio recording and I'll be there! Supporting my cousin who got into the top 20. So fantastic, right? That's why these few days I was busy. Busy doing up placards for her.

And you know, since I've already overhyped my hair-cut, made it such a huge deal and all, I figured that more of talking about it wouldn't really make any difference. So this new haircut of mine is truly amazing. I look so much younger (not that I'm old) and vibrant. It kinda leaves my face in an ethereal glow. It leaves you to wonder, "There are such hip angels up in the heavens?!"

Then my cousin, the one who got into Campus Superstar, said that I looked like the guy in the Gatsby ad. That's not bad, but if you fall back on the fact that I'm an anti-Gatsby kinda person, it actually sums up quite badly. Furthermore, Gatsby = Typical Japanese Hairstyle (TJH). I'm anti-Gatsby, meaning to say I'm also anti-TJH.

Typical Japanese Hairstyles are so boring! When I went for my haircut, I was shown a catalogue full of TJHs and I didn't bother flipping through at all. Then my haircutter (what the people at "It's Hairy!" call themselves) kinda used one of those TJH as a guide to cut my hair. But of course, I was feeling so great about it that my hair didn't turn out like a TJH. I got my "WHAM!" hairstyle instead of the "ho-hum," TJH. Life is good... =D

Yesterday, I paid my maiden visit to the Sungei Road Flea Market. The stuff there are like antiques! I couldn't believe my eyes. However, I didn't really get to find really fabulous steals because I suppose I was there too early and the 'stalls' were not set up yet.

Anyways, I was looking for a VCD player. What an absurd shopping list, right? Just say it's for a school project. So we kinda found a S$15 one from a vendor. But didn't know whether the player worked. So after a really really long deliberation, we didn't buy it and decided to head to Cash Converters instead. That's where we got a really rude shock.

This guy working at the Bedok branch of Cash Converters was so rude! He didn't give a damn when we talked to him. When asked to test the VCD player, he gave the most let-down wuss-ified facial expression! He couldn't even bothered to serve us! Just to present contrast, we go back to the Sungei Road Flea Market stall where I found the S$15 player.

The elderly uncle was keen on serving us, giving us other suggestions and all. Very nice and friendly. When we left after that long deliberation, he still called out to us if we wanted it. Well, I must say, pretty good customer service.

And you put Cash Converters and Sungei Rd Flea Market side by side. Both sell second hand goods. But I feel the people at the Flea Market take more pride in what they do. The guy at Cash Converters gives me the impression that he is really ashamed of his job. It's as though he sees himself as a let-down to his ancestors of long long ago. Such a shame.

An elderly garang guni man has better customer service than a well-clothed stable-incomed young man.

Would you look at that?! It's 27 December already! We're that much closer to the new year.

As always, I'm so excited about it! I always love it when a new year starts. Especially the following year, 'cos it only gets better as the years goes by. I'm forever so positive...

Today, I had told myself to revise for Mathematics. But hello? I've got a life, you know. I'm not gonna bust my time doing MATHS! The only reason I'm doing okay is because I realised for now, my full-time job is to study and I'd better not suck at it.

It's only recently that I realised that for every application form that I fill up, the blank for 'OCCUPATION' has always been 'STUDENT'. It's so stupid. It's as though I've got a choice. Actually, I do have a choice, but I'd rather not take the chance. I'm not that non-conformist to go that far. YET.

I hate to tell people my future plans. Generally, people are sceptical and negative. I get completely turned off when people play down my plans and decisions. It's okay if you enjoy telling me about your life values and principles, but please, do not tell me what to do! The last thing I want is to be bossed around. For me, I am my own boss. I know, I come across strong. And I don't mean to sound creepy or psychotic. So please, take things with a pinch of salt.

I think that every single person should adopt a sense of humour. It'll make the world a much better place.

And it's back to my hair again. I absolutely love it. I'm ecstatic about it. Okay, it's slightly overhyped 'cos I made such a big deal outta it. But seriously, it is a big deal if you consider the number of times I was tormented by bad cuts over the last 10 years! 10 years of bad haircuts! Can you believe it?! It's like a miracle.

You wanna know how miraculous it is? Listen to this. The old hairstyle could only do a right parting, meaning the top crop of hair slants left. I could not for my life part it on the left without it looking menacingly bad. And so I gave up all hope on getting new hairstyles. Until 'It's Hairy!' came along.

Now, my hair is versatile in the styling, much thinner, more manageable, more lively, short and comfy yet not geeky nor dorky. You call that amazing? I call that a miracle.

It's Hairy!

Believe it or not, I got THE BEST hair cut today.

In the afternoon, I met up with Hairianto and we went to Far East Plaza, both in search for hair cuts. Then we came across "It's Hairy!".

Okay, it wasn't all that coincident. I've been eyeing that hairdressing shop for some time now. I just didn't expect that I'd be there so soon. And it was that much better to have someone to go with me. I kinda convinced Hairianto to try that shop 'cos I just think the hairdressers can churn out cool hairstyles, which they eventually did!

I look fab! Haha!...

I didn't wanna limit the hairdresser by giving her all sorts of instructions. I just told her very simply that I've uneven hair growth, wanna get a funky cut and maintain some length, and then the rest was up to her. And it turned out so well, though when she started, I almost died of a heart attack.

Because I had to remove my nice specs, I was left with hideous eyesight. I couldn't see exactly what was going on on my head in the mirror. But I felt her shaving off hair from the left side. I felt the shaver so close to my scalp, I thought I was going to bald on one side. And from what I saw, there was onlt that biege skin colour. And I thought, "There goes! I'm bald on one side now. God bless me..." And my imagination ran wild. Luckily I was sane enough to pull on the reins. Then it was all fine and dandy.

Trust your hairdresser for goodness' sake! You're not the professional here!

When it was done (it took longer than usual, but worth the time), I was so impressed! I wanted to hug the hairdresser, but then she appeared a little cold, so I restrained myself. They're really good. I'm truly impressed...

You see, Hairianto's hairdresser did a great job too! His hair took longer than mine to cut 'cos it's not the typical straight Asian hair. His hair belonged more to the Carribean type, which poses a greater challenge to the hairdresser. But she still created wonders. And we all thought there was no hope for Hairianto's hair...

Well worth the money too. Just say it's under S$40.

It's Hairy! is located at 14 Scotts Road #04-100 Far East Plaza Singapore 228213.

Singapore Polytechnic E-Learning Week

A full week without having to attend classes on campus, the e-learning week is a first major exerise towards blended learning. It is a time when the lecturers design appropriate learning activities for the students to induce self-learning outside the classroom.

Well, F- that.

I just realised I was supposed to be online accessing the e-learning website to complete all the online quizzes and all. So this early in the morning, I came online to take a look around the webbie. And then I found out that I was way past the deadline for most of the quizzes. It's pretty funny actually...

So it's just quizzes and more quizzes... Blended learning... Hmm... Is it just me or what?

What blended learning? What self-learning? What interactivity is there? Huh?!

This e-learning thing, really frankly, is a total waste of time. There's a survey on it with instructions that states: We know there are hiccups and concerns for this first trial, and we appreciate your feedback through the surveys. Kindly refrain from making remarks that are not helpful to all of us.

It's really cool to know that they know that there are hiccups and concerns. And I guess that's all the negative stuff that they'd like to know. But then I've a question, "What are remarks that are not helpful to all of us?

I seriously think that what they meant was, Please refrain from posting very negative comments. We, the e-learning week team, have put in a lot of effort in this sloppy project an the last thing we'd like is to have more students coming forward to reinstate the sloppiness of it.

You think they really appreciate our feedback? I think not. We've seen too much of these surveys and feedback sessions. Appreciate our feedback, they claim. Ha! It makes me wanna laugh out loud. They seriously think we're stupid enough to give negative comments? It's like stepping into your own grave. They'll most probably take down your Student ID number and give you some rude surprise.

Feedback sessions are all like that. Even back in secondary school. It's so stupid! Asking people to be truthful, and in the end not being satisfied with the truth. End up all the truthful people get called back or something and end up having to clear the bad air, which in this case means appeasing the organisers by saying, "I'm sorry for my insensitive comments. It wasn't all that bad."

Lies, lies, lies!...

Apologies for the long absence. I hope your heart grew fonder, though.

I feel like pulling a trigger through my head, 'cos my Christmas gifts all suck like anything. It's a sad fact that I've gotta admit. Erm, not those that I received, though. It's those that I gave out that were really sucky. But let's get over it.

On Tuesday night, I was at my company's Christmas party. For that, I decided that I would dress up nicely after consecutive days of wearing berms and flip-flops. I kinda expected that I'll over-dress, which I eventually did, but still went ahead with it anyway. Haha!...

Lucky for me, there was also another over-dresser. In actual fact, there isn't any over-dressing at all. It's just that people are not dressing up. And so, that stark contrast in dress code made me an over-dresser.

I just wanna look good right?! Then some people made such a big deal out of it. Like whatever!...

On Wednesday, I spent the whole day at work. And boy! The customers for that day were just irksome! It didn't help that I had to be at the ticketing counter after a really long absence. There I was, trying my best to figure out all the new stuff and these lousy people had to come along, bombard me with silly questions and disrupt my concentration. So I was pretty slow-moving for the day.

When the day ended, I had to face some pig-faced idiot too. However, bad circumstances not equals to bad day. 'Cos I'm always happy.

Hey, know those shiny balls that you hang on Christmas trees? Did you know that you can actually DIY them from ping pong balls instead?! You know, how I know? 'Cos I had to do it!

Well, I wasn't realy supportive of the idea, but heck! I knew I was gonna have fun doing it. So I did it. And all 11 of them were fabulous. I poked a needle through to feed in thread. I was told that it's impossible to poke through the ping pong ball cos it's too hard. I said it was possible, and it was possible!

What's up with all the 'cannot one lah!', 'how can?', 'impossible one lor!' and other doubts?! In planning an event, celebration, party, etc, the last thing you'd wanna hear from a organising committee member is all those negative thoughts. Think that way and there will be no way, absolutely no way that things will run smoothly. Life is simple, don't complicate it.

Let's go back to Tuesday.

It was a day out in Sentosa's Palawan Beach. Class outing. Had a ball of fun!

Tried tanning to no avail. It was fine weather, but no bright shining sun. Well, for a brief moment there was, but that was pretty much it. So I didn't get visibly tanned, much less burnt. However, a few days later, I kinda looked at myself in the mirror and found myself not as fair as before. Yet it wasn't really a tan. It was more like a glow. Strange eh? I think it has worn off already.

Fine weather soon turned stormy. Ooh, ooh, you know how I love storms. I was so excited to be caught in the rain. By that time, we were all packing up and ready to leave. Meanwhile, I was rejoicing in the rain. Feeble rain, it was.

"Wah lau! This rain no kick lah! Should rain heavily," I had said.

And then it really did. I was feeling so high in the rain! Most of my classmates were like zooming off ahead to the toilet while I was strolling joyously in the downpour. Crazy? Maybe just a little. And who was the bloody lame-ass who came up with, "Don't get caught in the rain or you'll catch a cold,"?! If this bloody lame-ass hadn't come up with such a baseless and feeble statement, there wouldn't be people shunning rain like a plague.

Campus Superstar! If not for my cousin being in the top 10 female contestants, I would never be crazed enough to turn up for all their outdoor events. But since my cousin made it this far, I shall go all out to be a crazed and rabied fan that holds no restraint. I'm doing up posters over the next few days for the first studio recording on 2 January 2006, Monday.

I was at Jurong Entertainment Centre yesterday for their Meet-and-Greet Session. And there was a lot of people. A lot of supporters who only came to see Kelly Poon and Weilian and Jun Yang and Sin Huey. Kelly Fan Club (KFC... Can you believe it? SO cheesy lah!!!) is rude. I've seen them being rude at LIME's Sonic Bang. And they're rude once again. All they wanna do is see Kelly. That's all in their agenda. And then the Weilian fans are disgusting. I just find them loud and gross.

Hosts Jun Yang, Sugianto and Dasmond Koh are really just normal people thrown into the public eye. Anyways, Jun Yang and Sugi's appearance made me go 'ga-ga' while my jaw hung loose. I was gaping in shock.

They came out with the illest belt buckles! Not those huge blings! It's something you'll never think of having as a belt buckle. It won't even be the last thing on your mind, 'cos it's simply so wacky that it won't even cross your mind to have it as a belt buckle.

It was an LCD display screen! With a scrolling marquee... There was a red one and green one.

I totally dig that! Like whoa! I was totally blown away by that. It was as though someone had socked me behind the head. But then I'm not thinking of getting one 'cos it's ugly. Seriously, it's ugly. It's a really cool fashion accessory, but it's ugly.

And I'm gone for now.

Who really gives a hoot about it?

Seems like I was wrong from my previous entry.

Staying up till the death of the night is not fun at all. In fact, I think I suffered more than I gained. But I'm still cool with things.

I was going on and on about not having to sleep, but it turns out that I had a great time sleeping! Of course, this means that I have to sacrifice some other things. Well, you know, that very important thing that seems to be the primary concern of most parents and most students.

And whaddya know? 'Most' most definitely doesn't include me.

And I didn't do my report and laboratory worksheet. C'mon! Cut some slack! I was really sleepy and pooped out from working. So I ended up chatting with few people on MSN, blogged, and went 'Plop!' face down onto the bed. And the next thing I knew, I was up and about, feeling fresh as ever while the sun was high up in the sky.

So once again, I must say that sleeping is really therapeutic. All the 'de-stress' programmes out there fall back on the fact that sleeping has a therapeutic effect. They only increase the comfort level for you. But I'd rather have my comfy bed for the whole night for FREE, rather than having to pay BIG MONEY for soothing audio and plush interiors. That's why I love sleeping. You should love it too.

-20 minute intermission-

I've finished with my lab worksheet. Actually did some online research on some DNA isolation test kit. I'm so impressed with myself. You know, it's not those great achievements that really make me happy. Yes, they still make me happy, but it usually is temporary. And they don't come all the time, right?

Therefore I especially take pride in appreciating these little things. It seems like many things amaze me. Many little things amaze me. And you find more little things around. So I constantly get amazed and in turn, I feel happy.

Gotta run now!

Hello, and it's me up and awake at this unearthy hour of 1.20 a.m.

It had been pretty stressful at work. Yes, stressful! ME FEELING STRESSED OUT! But I'm all over it. Nevertheless, I shall recount the unfortunate event.

So at 2 pm, I reported for work. I had been missing from my workplace for a few weeks now, so it was like an abrupt change in environment. So the adaptation starts.

Who knew?! Before I could even get a mouthful of water, the responsibility of the main cashier came tumbling down on me. I have always always ALWAYS detested having to be the main cashier for closing. It means that there's a great deal of stock-taking and other rubbish. Actually, to be more exact, it had been more like a fear than a dislike.

Let's just say I have bad memories associated with it. I was fighting desperately to feel good.

I took a great deal of time to close everything and felt so sick. The whole day just felt so gross. But I think I did better than the last time.

While I was working and feeling really exhausted, YaYin appeared before me. Like an angel that's descended from heaven, she glimmered with hope. I was so happy! Nothing beats the sense of familiarity. So, "Thanks Yinz! Though only a minute or so, but your presence made me feel so much better. Cheers!"

So tonight, I don't suppose that I'll be turning in anytime soon. I find myself having to hand up a report on Friday. So exciting! Not the report part, exciting describes the process of staying up into the death of the night. So exciting!

And then I think I don't have a choice but to have to drag my ass to school at 7 freaking a.m. in the morning. That reminds me... I've got a worksheet to hand in first thing in the morning. Way cool!~ I don't really mean to sound so negative. It's just that things are falling into place quite differently and I'm finding it hard to adapt.

So, on a more positive note, we look at good news.

Coming Sunday is a day out in the sun! I'm going kayaking! Yay!

My cousin breezed through Xiao Yuan Superstar 3rd auditions to be in the top 20!

I had Subway for lunch and dinner just now. Yum!

Actually that's about it. Haha!...

Guess I'll sign off now. I kinda feel myself spacing out...

Yes, that's right, it's me again!

And I'm proud to announce that for the day, I have achieved nothing. That's speaking in a very conformist way. 'Cos in reality, I have achieved 4 hours of great rest, 1 delectable dinner, and 3 hours of fantastic TV. That's something...

If given a choice, I'd love to have blogging for breakfast and dinner. It'll be the greatest thing to start and end my day.

School is, very sadly, total crap. I was just going through my notes and true enough, it was crap that I had been reading. It's so pathetic!

However, there are many many many more great things in life. Things like Channel U's Xiao Yuan Superstar!

And my cousin's taking part! She got through the 2 auditions and the third one coming up on Tuesday. And I'll be there to support! It's so exciting! But I suppose there'll be tons of people. I don't exactly fancy crowds. But if you're talking about crowdds at concerts, then it's a different thing altogether.

I had been at an outdoor concert some time back. And it was marvellous! Local band Electrico is best! Their live gig was so good! It's really one thing to listen to them on radio and another to hear them live. The feeling is competely different. And it had been a great feeling!

I'm really reluctant to get cracking on my revision. I've got a couple of tests coming up over the next two days.

I won't say it's dreadful. 'Cos it really isn't that bad. It's the fact that I have to study that's making all this extremely difficult.

And I know that my mother's gonna be nagging soon enough. That's why it had been a mistake when I told her that I've got tests coming up. And you know how I broke the news to her? It had been super duper dumb of me.

My mother had asked me to accompany her out to town to go jalan jalan today. But then I felt really sick to get out, and ended up telling her I cannot go out "cos I need to study for tests". Like what the hell was that for?!

For a moment, I stood there gaping at my stupidity.

Whatever it is, time will tell. And I shall continue with my endless things to say.

I'm very sick of my style. I had told my mother that I was gonna get a new cap for the new year. And she went yakking again on how I like to waste money. She had said, "3 caps still not enough?!"

Well, 3 caps really isn't enough. This is where the stats come in. My first cap from Converse costs $9.90 at a warehouse sale. So far my favourite cos it's comfy. Second cap was green, spray painted with a skull, got it from CHEEKS Enterprise, costs $15. Seldom wears it. 'Cos the colour's hard to match, quality sucks, too small. Which will leave you to wonder why I even bought it. Nevermind, I admit that it's a stupid impulsive sales transaction. My third cap from Billabong costs $0 'cos it had been a gift. In all, 3 caps costs $24.90. Waste money? What money?

I was thinking, the rhinestone-studded Ed Hardy caps cost over $200. Which will, by and large, give my mother a heart attack. That I will not do. So here's where budgetting comes in. I think I'll just go get rhinestones and DIY them onto cheaper caps that are readily available out there. Then only I will be having it. I always love to have things that are one-of-a-kind.

Oh wait, I am one! *snickers*

Something for the Tastebuds

Yesterday, while I was on the train heading home, I realised that people were evading something from the neighbouring train car.

Then I saw what they were evading.

It was someone's gastrointestinal crap fully unloaded onto the floor.

Lunch, anyone?

Last night, very unfortunately, I got disconnected from the Blogger webbie halfway through my fantastic entry. Well, forget about reliving it though. It'll only be fantastic once. If I try to replicate it, it just won't be that fantastic. And there's always a really good reason why the post was prevented from being published. These are signs that I believe in. Everything that happens has a reason behind it.

So ths fine morning, I'm gonna talk about relationhips. Laugh all you want, like who cares?! 'Cos I'm laughing alongside you. And if you're not laughing, it means you don't know me well enough. Anyways, I had been going through my testimonials on Friendster and came across this:

Most likely to remain single for the rest of his life. Needs personal space. Loves freedom.

I know I've published this before, and have also commented on this before, but I just feel that there is this burning urge to reinstate the point.

The statement is so very true. The last thing I'd like is to be tied down with things. It's like getting me chained to a boulder, then letting me fall into the ocean abyss. Why would I wanna do that despite being the crazy freak that I am? It's way out of the league!

So let's praise singlehood!!!

Don't you think it's that much better to have a couple of great friends instead of just one? I forgot where I came across this, but here goes: (or something like that)

When you see the one you like, your heart beats faster. But when you see the one you love, you just smile.

But then the thing is, I seldom feel my heart beating faster when I see my friends. Which only goes on to show that I don't exactly like my friends. Now, now, ain't it strange?

When I see my friends though, I smile. I smile really sweetly and sincerely. The feeling is warm and fuzzy, very homely feel. It's as though it's running through my veins or something.

And I give two thumbs up for that feeling. The palpitating heart thingy can wait. In fact, it can slowly wait, 'cos the way things are, it's likely that I'll not let go of that love in my life.

So sweet, right? Admit it lah...

And what better time to express your love than to do it during the festive season. Plus it's kinda a routine to give thanks for the past year's wonderful relationships towards the end of the year. But of course I'm not doing it as an obligation since it's 'kinda routine'. I do it 'cos I want to, and 'cos I can feel it in my blood.

Let's close the topic. But one last thing,

CAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE???

I've really got to say this: Time flies.

It's so cliche, but I just feel that I gotta get it off my chest. You must be nodding earnestly in total agreement. No? Come on, I know you're nodding in one way or another... ADMIT IT!!!

The group of us were talking crap then one guy said, "...we've only known each other for 6 months."

6 months? 6 months in Poly? Gotta be kidding right? How's it possible?! (disbelief)

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Really?!

It's just so fast. Now the year's coming to an end. This year's really funny, feels odd. It feels like I've been to Hell and back. It's been a ride. Every year's a ride. This year's no exception. The only difference is that the ride this year has been very eventful and exciting. So many things have happened. It feel kinda long and dreary, but short and sweet at the same time. See? I told you it's odd! It's so strange.

Then in no time I'll be in Year 2. Or if I decide for some change, then I'll be a freshie all over again. Hmm... Gives you and I something to think about. I'm just so loving SP. Great choice! I don't mind being a freshie time and time again. I like the feeling.

Life's great for me. This year's been great. I've been great. The people's been great. The stuff's been great. And guess what? That's how thing's are gonna be for the time to come...

It's all in your Genes

You can relax, I'm not gonna talk about Cell Biology here. And you can safely bet that I'll never ever do.

Anyways, as much as I'd love great hair to flaunt, I don't think that day's ever going to come. Well, that's not being negative. That's being realistic. Plus it's great too! It means that I get to wear caps. More specifically, it's the Ed Hardy caps that scream "LOOK AT ME!".

So I finally got my great hair cut today. As if! I never, never, never get good hair cuts. And I mean NEVER! It's not the hairdresser's fault though.

It's the fact that I have problematic hair growth that's hindering the great hair cuts. Kinda sad, don't you think? I actually feel lousy just thinking about it. So today, at the hairdresser, I was feeling really positive that I'll get a great cut for once. Yet in the end, I didn't.

So I finally got hit by the hard and cold truth: With hair like mine and still wanting to get nice haircuts, I gotta wake up!

And it took me so long to realise the fact. It took numerous, countless even, of bad cuts for me to finally realise that I have severely uneven hair growth for haircuts to be great. The hairdresser said, "Your hair grow in all directions. Very difficult, but I'll help you,"

Previous hairdressers must have felt the same, only that they never said it. Why, I think they should have told me long ago. But now's not too late either. I'm just glad that I am able to get to the, well, root of the problem. At least I feel better for myself.

And hey, this isn't a problem that I can snap my fingers and solve. I'd like to see it as more like a defect. Defect in my genes. That's the root cause. Defects arise during the production process. The only way to rid of defects is to get a replacement, which in this case is virtually impossible.

But if you look at things on the whole, I've got really great genes despite for that one and only defected one. Nature's been great to me. Nurture's been even better. And I'm so thankful for that.

After a couple of late nights, I feel weird. I'm not used to staying up so late. For once in a very long time, I feel sleep-deprived. But then I still look so good! Haha!...

Anyways, some days back, I was out with some primary school friends. Yes! Primary school! That's like many years back. But we still kinda keep in touch. Anyways, I was, as usual, wearing my cap cos the crop of hair is just ghastly. Unkempt and unruly like the patches of long grass that I used to see in Pasir Ris area.

Despite the fact that my hair's in a complete mess, I will still ocassionally remove my cap to reveal the horrible sight. I've become more comfortable with myself looking ugly. Haha... I will remove my cap in the classroom. Because I'm tall, my head just sticks out from the crowd. So very unintentionally, I flaunt what's not supposed to be flaunted. If you haven't the great hair, it's best to keep it covered, out of sight. Spare innocent parties.

Anyways, the group of us was at Suntec City's Sky Garden taking photos. Then I decided to take off my cap and gave my head a hard shake, to pump in some air into my hair, give them some breathing space after cooping them up in a very nice trucker cap.

Then the unexpected happened.

Friend: Your hair got put a lot of conditioner right?

Me: Huh?! No lah! Very nice meh?

Friend: It' like your hair got a life of it's own.

Wahaha!... I couldn't believe it. Compliment on everything BUT the hair! It's just so wacky. I was shocked and was left in awe. At least now I know I've got great hair. But still, I'm not flaunting it. Wait till I get a nicer cut first.

A while back, I was ranting on how incredibly expensive an Ed Hardy cap was. But then it kinda struck me (just very recently) that the Ed Hardy rhinestone-studded cap is a must-have! It's those work-your-arse-off MUST-HAVE!!!

Which in this case is exactly what I'm gonna do for the next 1 month or so. So that I'll be just in time to dazzle up the festive Chinese New Year. I get so excited just thinking about it. Of course, I know I'll be boo-ed at for splurging money- big money- on a cap. You must think I'm crazy. And perhaps you're right.

I'm just that crazy. Whatever makes me happy...

The Terrorist Lecturer

A while back, I think it was last Friday, the terrorist lecturer once again decided to spend some time terrorising young hearts, instilling fear in each one of us. But seriously, she thinks she'd get to me?!

Anyways, she was going on and on with her 'advice'. And she didn't really mean 'to scare all of you, just telling you facts'. But the facts that she provided were pretty creepy. In very simple terms, she said that with a Diploma in Biotechnology, you're not going to be going far.

So she spent like 20 to 30 minutes lecturing us on how we should cultivate the habit of reading scientific journals and stuff to get used to the large input of knowledge, so we wouldn't have to struggle in out 2nd year and 3rd year, blah, blah, blah...

Then she gave us some figures: "Every year, be it 2nd year or third year, there will always be 5 or 6 students that are removed from the course. So what does it mean?"

I thought to myself, "That means it'll be better to be kicked out in 2nd year, so at least you won't have to waste one more year."

P.S. I don't like the word 'waste' 'cos it's so negative. I don't believe in wastages.

Despite her being such a terrorist, I thought she kinda made some sense too. It's very amazing how much sense she makes out of things. She practically struck that chord in me. She had said that if you were not going to become a scientist, you might as well get the hell out of the Life Sciences industry and pursue something else like Business, just as long as it's not Life Sciences. I was like, "Yeah! That's right!"

As such, her terrorising session of 'advice-giving' actually turned out to be really inspiring. I still find it hard to believe that I'm inspired by someone so stern and cold. But the important thing is making sense, which she definitely did. I'm still pretty dazed from disbelief.

I definitely not see myself in the Life Sciences industry. Do you?

Gone is my Fragrance

Well, it doesn't mean I'm stinky. It simply means I missed out the Ralph Lauren Fragrance promotion a while ago. I was so upset when I saw the atrium of Century Square being occupied by something else.

It had been the Polo Ralph Lauren Fragrance road show of some sort. Then they had the Christmas gift pack for the Blue fragrance, which I completely love. But then it's all over. And it came with a free towel too! But it's over!

What the hell?!

Should've acted while I had the chance.

Let's observe a minute's worth of self-pity.

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Now that it's over, I look forward to the next best deal that will magically present itself before me.

The Wondrous Bracelet

Yesterday, I was at Suntec City and came across this new store, "Soul Creations". Crammed with really cool accessories. Then I saw this stunning bracelet on display. Following that, I entered the store. The lady started talking to me. Blah, blah, blah, "Actually I was thinking of that bracelet on display."

She took it out for me, looked even better, sophisticated intricate details. Obviously not for me!

The lady kinda asked who it was for, guy or girl. I said for a female. Female as in my mother. So I was dying to see that on my mother's wrist. And the saleslady told me, "This just came in this morning, two of them, just sold one this morning too,"

"Yes, I'll take it!"

It didn't cost a bomb too. Not even 30 bucks! And my mother loved it! Looks so good on her.

And it feels like time for me to refresh my wardrobe. Sounds great, eh?