today. tomorrow. reign hell.

Some how or rather, I was made the villain today. It's a long story and the cause can be traced back to women undergoing menopause and other whatsnots. In short, it is irritating. And I will not be talking about it.
I did some chemistry today. Other than that, I watched a hell lot of television today and yesterday. Yesterday was sinful. I watched shows back to back; the only time my eyes were fixated onto something else was when the pizza dude arrived. I was a couch potato yesterday. Really. So, today, feeling quite guilty on wasting a beautiful day, I embarked on a trail of knowledge. I did my chemistry and some good old integration. Other than the earful from the idiotic women, I must say that today was OKAY.

These days, the heat is unbearable. And I am seriously missing wearing shorts, albeit it does look sort of retarded. Especially when people wear them ridiculously high; there are still "morons" who do so at Sec 4. Do not worry, they aren't local. Singaporeans are very in touch with their inner fashion guru and ELLE.
My Dad has suddenly developed a love for Gucci. I don't know why or how. Just out of the blue, he kept mentioning Gucci this, Gucci that. Ya ya, Gucci is everywhere. And you still don't have it.
But frankly, as much as he mentions the brand, I seriously doubt if he will ever purchase one. Perhaps a Gucci wallet; and he will hold on to it for dear life even if the cruise was sinking. My mother on the other hand isn't that fond of such posh brands. The only most expensive thing I ever saw her buy (these days, I shop myself and not with them), was the Armani watch. But I think she doesn't quite like it now cause she's maltreating it. I treat my 10 bucks watch way better.
As for me? I can't afford Armani and let alone Gucci. But I will scrimp and save and scrimp even more, skipping lunch if necessary, to buy something I really want. Mum and Dad taught me that since I hit 12; you want it, you earn it yourself. So, since I suck at car-washing and I would most likely result in a pooch running away then running with it, the only method for me to save money is by shutting up my appetite. Hey, not to mention the good it does to the weighing scale.
I don't go for Giodarno or Hang Ten, that's pretty much common knowledge. Bossini? Erm, no. Of the late, I seem to have developed an adoration for the high street...Like Zara (mum's eyes nearly popped out when she heard me say that), topshop and other apparels. Julian seems to have been converted by me as well; the only difference is that he has a fatter wallet- he's got a crumpler, all I've got is a dusty old Converse. So ya, my fashion sense is cheaper than Mummy's and Daddy's. Wait till I earn my first buck. Hold on, you can't buy anything with a dollar in Singapore; maybe the 2 50cent ice-creams from Mac.

I hate today and I even hate tomorrow.
I will go study chemistry now. Acid, bases, salts awaits.