little blinking lights.

There are subtle and then not so subtle signs that I am start to get down to work. That translates to studying, revising, tearing my hair apart over biology and cussing over economics. First of all, my table is now utterly cluttered. Release a hamster there and it can get lost. Okay, maybe not that bad, but the situation is bad enough for my Dad, normally the quiet fellow, to allow lament that I really should clear up the pile of mess on my table. I don't really intend to.
And then, there's my shelf. I just cleared it last month and now, books are sticking out here and there. The occasional file would jut out like a sore pimple and fall to the floor with a crash, waking me up at night. And I actually sit and study in front of such a haphazard place. Haha.
I went out to lunch today with my family again. This time around, it's at TCC. The food there is great albeit the price is rather steep. Then after, we parted ways and I made my way down to Crumpler at Raffles Place to ask a really dumb shit question. How do I shorten the strap? It turns out that the method that I resorted to was down right wrong. There is this weird looking strap to allow the bag strap to be strapped against to. Haha, what are the odds of three same words appearing in the same sentence? Anyway, the first male assistant I approached taught me the wrong method. I immediately knew it was wrong cause the strap was arranged in a ridiculous manner; probably new staff. Then this lady staff approached and said Sala. She showed me the correct way and made me feel like that 7 points were simply wasted on a moron like me.
Went to Grandpa's place later and got an early angbao for the undeserving 7. Grandma gave me one as well so did Dad last night. The money is enough for me to get at least 1 GC la. Stupid device costs so much.
Stupid.

I need to go to Topman some where next week.