I hate sales... I especially hate it when something I bought 2 weeks ago is selling at least $25 dollars cheaper *darn tunic at mango* and some slashing up to $35 per piece*darns the stupid 2 dress which I got at Zara* super freaking assy singapore sales!!!!

Although I like the fact I got this amazing book from borders at 25% off it price.. also the new watch and belt I got from fossil yesterday at 60% off!!! Thanks to my frd for the 60% off!!!! So the loss I made during my purchase is at least reduce! I want to go back to borders somemore today because I realize I wanted to get more books but the laze is getting into me. I hope they have something on offer next week again. I really want to get my hand on Anthony Bourdain 'Kitchen Confidential'... that will be for my next trip to borders.. and only if they are selling at 25%. I've been spending way too much and my attempt to keep blaming on the wedding and setting up the new house is becoming to sounds 'fizzless' like coke left out for 1 hour after a sip.

I'm at my mum lazing reading the papers which I realize I have not got the opportunity when I am at my own pad. I love it when mom cooks and I get to just vegetate in front of the television/papers/computer and when she done with a concoction she served it right to my face within me needing to lift my finger *which had turn slightly chubby from mine not doing anything in the last 2 days* As such... this leave me time to blog... and a good excuse to work those fingers as well *as if...*

I was out yesterday meeting up with friends and doing ad hoc shopping while walking ard suntec to locate them and getting that zara voucher from this seller from the net. Shave another $10 from my next purchase at my favourite shop at the moment. Total yayness!!!!! Anyhow I digress... So we did the dinner watch a movie and go to some place to watch the footsie works by the worldbest at some dingy pub which I had not frequent since I left poly a good 6 coming to 7 years ago. You know the kinda where ppl sing to MTVs on TV from their cubicle size like table. Never mind the singing which would have sounds like it came out from the abatoirs. I realized I have become to such a snob at these kinda offering. I remembered I like to just gather with my poly mates at such places and although I dont participate in singing or any bar affilated activity except for the drinking bit I enjoyed myself always. So while I sneered on the smoke and wish I was at Bala or Wala whichever works, I took a minute to reflect when the game was on halftime. Have I grown too prissy for the place or was it my lack of assoication with people who like to frequent such place. Not that they were any class lower than me because I belonged to that level if you asked me. Towards the end of the night... I realized it wasnt such a bad place and enjoyed myself.

Although the car and my hair now carried a mild pong of pour homme ciggie smoke I'm glad I found a certain grounding I had in the past. We may have chrysalise over the years to found our likes and preferences but I remembered the good old times where we all begin from the fundamental. Not just on entertainment but our friends as well..we may have turned off and grown apart from ppl whom we used to like, love and hang out a lot in the past. However if only we can go pry open that locket of memory that had brought all of us together in the first place.. siggh....

The world just insist on revolving so fast that we get altitude sickness and lost directions... darn it!

reflective me