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Tuesday, November 13, 2007 9:09 pm

Don't you DARE where's the love me.

It's official.
My cousin is gonna bunk in with me later.
But before I go on with that, let me talk about the day's events.

I realised that life's too short to be diplomatic.

I went to my Grandma's place today. Is it an act of filial piety? Perhaps. But it's more like they have been harping on the fact that I had been absent for too long a time. For figure's sakes, let's just say that the last time that I was there at a family function was like 6 months ago. That's bad. So I went there, hearing all that silly comments by them again. Oh, you have such shitty hair. Oh you look more tanned. Blah blah blah. Oh your nose is so funny. Blah blah blah. It pretty much dawned on me why I had been on leave for like 6 months. Yeah..
So after that I went to Queensway to do some shopping with Mummy. I intended to get my Converse shoes from the shopping mall but the dude refused to give me a discount. Forget it. The pair cost 60 bucks. I suppose I would have to pay a trip to OG this coming Sunday with Mummy, again, to buy the shoes at 42 dollars. 20% discount as she's a member. Nah, I'm not making use of my Mummy. =P
Then.
At Queensway.
I also saw the prettiest thing I had ever saw.
It's not a toy or a pair of shoes please.
It was a girl.
No. I mean. Seriously. She was that pretty. To give you a rough idea, all of the men that passed by her shop stopped to look; they were faking larh. Looking at the slippers- for the ladies?- and then giving her quick glances and all. I had the reason to look because Mum was picking some tees from the shop. I was like.
Whoa
WHoa
WHOa
WHOA!
Then reality set back upon me and my bubble of dream popped.
Fantasies weren't meant to last. How sad.
Sigh.

We went to IKEA later.
Note to self: another good way of killing yourself would be going to IKEA. First of all, the place is HUGE. An entire plot of land dedicated to house furnishing. And of course the delicious fish and chips. They didn't serve that today; had some retarded Thai food which I happily passed because the chicken looked dead. Real dead.
We walked around like a couple of mindless zombies. Mum and I. Then she finally had the idea. She gave me a map. She said "You know how to read maps right?", and shoved the stuff into my hands. It is true to a certain extent that I can read maps. But I didn't tell her the part about me scoring 2.5 upon 10 for the test. Her own problem for not asking.
So we walked and we walked and we walked some more. I think I pretty much made up for my jogging trip by walking through the entire levels 1 and 2 of IKEA. I was rather exhausted already by the time I bought the office chair.
Yes.
A good chair at least. I can kiss that stool that had made my back suffer for the past year good bye.

So. There are good and bad things to today.
My cousin is bunking in with me. The primary school kid; I wonder if he snores. [........]
I bought a new chair.
I know that I will buy a pair of Converse this coming Sunday. I will be getting that cap on Friday and that Stone as well. Bloody expensive Stone. It better not break.
And I saw the prettiest thing today. Whoa. WHoa. WHOa. WHOA!
Ciao.


this used to be a funhouse. But now it’s full of evil clowns.