I've always

realised the irony of my own blog. often times, i would blog abt sunday on saturday -making predictions of the next day, lamenting on the starting of school term, etc etc; and then blog abt saturday on sunday -because one day is a good time to reflect about wat u did the previous day, or mainly because i was too tired on the day itself. so saturday. a summary a-la christeena. i'm trying to do an exact copy.
1. sleeping till 157 o'clock.
2. online discussing stupid issues.
3. lunch wif da MUM.
4. church.
5. beauty of isolation.

sleeping till 157 o'clock
due to me not being able to sleep the night before, i actually went to watch LOTR, the return of the king. i noe it sounds dangs, but well...i'm easily excitable, and i always lose sleep if the next day is something different from routine. and so i woke up at god-knows-what-time at the sound of the vacuum. Damn. the vacuum sucks. but well, at least it woke me. it's a sure work alarm clock that cannot go into "snooze" mode.

online discussing stupid issues
this is really stupid. i dun even feel like talking abt it. but all of u know about my blabbermouth tendencies..and i cant help it. 1.saying "morning" to carol when it was obviously afternoon. 2.arguing over one item can belong to "2 separate entities" at one time. for that matter, Russia was with the allies during WWII, however they belonged to the communist bloc during the cold war. While all of the allies powers laid the iron curtain over the eastern europe, Russian was leading the spread of communism. one same Russia, belonging to 2 separate entities. Am i not correct here? Yet russia was considered a precious ally during the WWII providing the crucial "2nd front". (ok told u it was a stupid issue)

Lunching with da MUM
it's been ages since "lunch" had been associated with "mum", i thot maybe it was a good idea, and so i left home particularly early for lunch wif the mother. she seems kinda excited abt this whole thing, like she's been missing her son for the past year or so. well she had been indeed, coz i cant even rmb the last time i had lunch outside school or not wif some friends. someone ask me how i maintain so many friendships? hahas eat wif them. but ur mum will suffer. anyway...she, thinking that it's my first ever visit to jurong point, kept on suggesting all the good food and recommendations of nice places. i jus had to decide. actually i was for anything. so we end up eating some kinda "fat man rice" or something, she claimed that this "fat man" actually caused one of the stalls to close down after it started doing business. his onli strategy was to make his food more worth it, but now that the other stall selling nasi padang has closed down, he is raising his price. to the mother this is jus another complain of price raise and the prediction that he would close down if he continued raising his price. well...econs sprang right up to me and i knew that this "fat man" was no pushover. he employed some pricing strategy to force the rival stall to close down. after which, he would have monopoly of nasi padang -which lowers the price elasticity of his food. and considering he cooks nice food, and the ppl getting addicted and willing to pay wadeva price, he raised the price. though he might lose some customers, the loss would be less than proportionate to his increase in price, thus an overall increase of revenue! smart. and i thot he looked like a dumb "fat man" selling nasi padang.

church
this must be the highlight of my day. church was major fun -ok enriching and interesting if u must. first time i've been to a catholic service, and i must have looked so blur and lost when i dunno wat to do and wat was going on. damn..i feel bad abt it now thinking back. i actually had to ask what was going on and WHY something was going on each time something new and interesting popped out. the moment i stepped into the (what do u call it) hall? i could feel the grandeur of the church. the seriousness of the procession, and i was oh my...what am i in for seriously. well. it does help to noe that i was in good hands. Well another lesson learnt, if we're late for something, we probably wun get to see the entire picture. (the corner seat -altho very lovely and tucked away- was blocked by some kinda renovation thingy)I cant really see anything happening except the altar boys walking up and down carrying some torches, way cool. torches that looked so medieval it was almost gothic. so well...i just followed everything and learning in the process. was surprised by how everyone there actually has some kinda "standard prayers" and also "standard hymns??" anyway...people were doing many things that i cant really keep up, and i felt so embarassed actually. hah..i must have looked very silly eh? before long, it was over. Hmm... wish i could go back there again, if i'm not too much of an imposition that is. heh.

isolation
took the MRT after that. So thankful of the past 2 hours. Hmm...well en route "home", i decided to drop by town. I missed orchard, so it was somerset. every visit to somerset would mean a revisit to my child/teen-hood hangout place at a shop called paradigm infinitum. cool eh? even the shop name holds so much meaning. the slogan of the shop actually explains its name for those who fail to understand its meaning. paradigm infinitum -imagination is ur only limit. wow..i'm still in love with this shop after all this years. its a very exclusive shop and not many ppl even noe of its existence. the onli form of advertisements is the word of the mouth. i've never failed to impress any friends whom i brought to that shop. most times, they leave the shop feeling "enriched", jus like me leaving the church. its not onli a shop per se, its a gaming center. but before u think its some kinda arcade, NO! its all tabletop games there and u'll find some of the wittiest people there. well...i probably get all my cranked up ideas from hanging out wif them. next time u all pass by somerset, remind me to show it to u, i'll do it proudly.

isolation is often longer, thus it deserves 2 paragraphs. hahahas funny how the 2 hours in town seemed so much longer than the 2 hours at toa payoh. anyway, from somerset i walked on to BORDERS. took the "mines of Moria" (regular readers would understand that this means the orchard underpasses) from tangs and came out of wheelock place like a mole. first book i see when i walked into borders was "bill clinton - my life". hahahahas i find it hilarious that every president or footballer or ex president or ex footballer or dog or poet actually tried to publish their own life, writing boring autobiographies that goes from their childhood to their "now", and "now" would become a "then" by the time they die and it would not be a complete picture afterall. so i always think that autobiagraphies are kinda lame, unless of coz u're like Lee Kuan Yew or something. Wat could bill clinton possibly write about? Monica Lewinsky and the cigar incident? hahahas innocent readers go find out urself. anyway i came across this really really cynical book. its called "the devil's dictionary". i flipped a few pages and i was giggling away oredi -my kinda joke. well among the many that i saw, the most funny was "please".

please -v. to lay the foundations for a superstructure of imposition.

hahahahs this is like so true! another that really struck across was "white"

white -adj. or n. black.

goodness. thats so. damn. blunt. simply love that book. guess thats when the borders gift card comes in handy.

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Thing of the day!!!~ seeing a long-haired punkified butch telling a short-haired sweetie pie that "girls dun look good with short hair" Goodness gracious me. i nearly laughed in her face, but i turned away and laughed on.