The Insignificance and Vulnerability of Simplicity

Sunday, July 31

Define the power of shopping..not window shopping..some real shopping. Guys hate it..gals love it..as what most gals claim to be shopping therapy. It works, at least for me..once in a while..I'm not a shopping dowager, but minimally, it brightens up my mood..even though I spent an uncalled for "bomb". Went shopping with dear yesterday...Jamie today..

Marina Sqare is nicely revamped to be compatibly standing beside the huge and conspicuous Suntec City..a lot of my favourite eateries and favourite gypsy-like stores..dear and I decided on Sakae. Blow, the glass panels placed diagonally really create a warm ambience for Sakae..upon entering, we were quite impressed by the seats decorated with cushions..it's either you sit crossed leg or you slide them beneath the table..an ulimately well-judged distance between the table and seats. Glasses again, separate the cubicles of tables.

Ah, I did not spend much here..dear did..bought 3 G2000 shirts..one retro styled..was persuaded by me..haha..on sale..you cant entirely blame me..sweet temptaions by me..geez..One thing about shopping that's enjoyable for me..that is..to comment..to give suggestions..one way to hinder your companions on spending like a tap or the other is to give them ideas on mix and match..this is what I called variable shopping experience..else what's there so much to shop in a minute city with an even tiny shopping area?

Jamie and I walked from Wisma Isetan to Heerens to PS..had dinner there and then walked back to Orchard MRT. Whoo..define those legs of ours..in total, we walked 4 MRT stations..The biggest challenge in shopping is to curb impulse buying..to resist buying everything in sight that you like and to find faults with the various stuff you are interested in due to limited resources in your small wallet..trust me..it helps..to a certain extent..

irony @

2:00 PM

Thursday, July 28

Finally, I stopped procrastinating to start this blog to channel my flow of thoughts..even though my procrastination is justifiable..yes, I know, I'm somehow a narcissist..yet I wish for close friends to share my dissatisfaction over life, over mundane happenings to which I would simply put them down in the most unusual places..Imagine as Drafts in the office email, as unsent messages in my hp outbox, or even on scribbled pieces of scattered paper. A friend's newborn blog is the last straw for me as an inspiration to start something I have in my mind for quite some time..

Recently, I've been a grumbling and unreasonable child to the people around me..been throwing tantrums to colleagues beside me..been blurting out words that I've tried to hide inside me for donkey years..I do not posses the natural flair to speak my mind and get my point across..so what if I get outspoken? That doesn't change anything about ideas in my pea brain but I will safely say that I do have the flair to write to instil and influence..Define the power of writing..I may nod my head in a seemingly agreeable disposition but what's new, I'm a hypocrite in that context..Deep inside me..Who cares about agreeing with you..? It's all but a formality if it entertains you..Pathetically deceived..

Family members and true friends will see my true self, friends will see the partial real me, acquaintances have to settle for a laminated me..pardon my snobbish narcissism, and please feel free to rebuke me..Mistakes are valauble components in growing up..and I want to experience these..

irony @

10:58 AM