Mayhem

The post really has nothing to do with the title stated above, so just ignore it. I was really just typing the word that first came to mind.
According to Time-the magazine you idiot-, our supply of seafood should run out at around 2050. So technically, the little cuchi-coos born after 2050, when they become 7 or 8, would only be able to gawk at the pictures of crabs, lobsters, salmon, tuna and all Errel in oversized, too colourful for the eye, picture books. While we- we should be about 59 by then- can only be reminiscent of the past.
If you must know, this little Garden City that we live in is one of the biggest consumers of seafood in the world. Well, we can't really help it right? Cause we are a growing country.
In a couple of days, it will be Christmas. Oh ya, here's to Boon Jin. "Happy Birthday!!" Hmm, how does it feel to be born on Christmas Eve. ><
Anyway, on the 24th, I will be at my cousin's place celebrating. Most likely I will get a chance to drink wine and end up spending the following day in my bed. The hangover.
It will be a rather solidarity Christmas for me. OK, the more appropriate term here you seek is "Lonely". Geez. Well, from the money's point of view, at least I get to save some cash by not splurging on all those fancy Christmas lunches and dinner foodfare with such astronomical prices that sends your banker screaming.
I've been cutting down on my food intake lately. Haha, I never thought I would say this but I think I'm getting fat. Or is it perhaps that Julian looks like a freaking bean-pole? Never mind that.
I will be heading towards Edge tomorrow with my mum and dad. Yeah, the whole battalion is moving into combat. Nah, I am just snooping around for a pair of Dunks and some T-shirt. This year's are getting a bit worn because they are the only ones that are fit to wear on the streets.
I'm not some guy against you people out there. But frankly, I'm not really that a fan of Bossini or Hang Ten for that matter.
Some of the prices maybe a little steep, but- maybe it's in my genes or something- I kinda like looking for something a bit out of the ordinary. I don't like to look like one of the members walking down Wisa Atria with foot steps printed on my t-shirt.
I was introduced to some of the "hipper" boutiques by Marcus who has since moved on to shops like Topman. I am still pretty much stuck at Freshbox and Flesh Imp.
At least I don't look like my cousins who look like maniqits manufactured from some Hang Te* factory.
I think this is what people call Street Wear.
I got quite a few stares from my relatives when they saw me in that kind of dressing. I can read their freaking minds you know. "Hahaha. *Snigger* I knew it! Only a matter of time before this brat spiralled out of control. See la! Become beng already!"
Yea...Like you can remain a fan of Aunty wear for all your life.
Changes.
It's a constant motion.
You hate it or you shower it with all your love.

I don't like spending a lonely X'Mas...='(