Saturday, August 8, 2009
whirling
Here I am, then, sitting in front of the computer after spending hours on a game which crashed prior to my saving, and lazing in the comfort of my swiveling chair, refusing to go out because I'm just too lazy and the weather too damn hot. Any attempts to step out of the house would immediately succumb me to the scorching inferno, leaving me soaked in sticky and smelly perspiration. Which means shopping at home would be a better choice, and more possible with my meagre allowance delivered to my bank account not long ago. But having spent more than $60 on my threadless retail escapade yesterday, one should think that I should curb my spending for a while. But, alas, no. I need this therapy to soothe my soreness in other area. But when the impulsive buys have been made and the prices look more extravagant than when I have just bought it, I feel bad for wasting money. And then I get more worried and when I get worried I get sore than people have more money than me and I spend indiscriminately and I feel bad and worried and more sore and so on and so forth. I need some other exciting thing to do which does not require my bank account to get sucked like an infant's milk bottle.
Went touring the eastern side yesterday, not like I haven't been there enough. Dom drove to expo with the help of his dysfunctional GPS and went to look for books. I must say the variety is disappointing, but then again the sale wasn't highly publicized and looks deserted enough. Nevertheless, bought 3 books for $20. The real kick from buying at the sale is realising how ridiculously little you've paid for books that could otherwise cost more than double of the sale price. I hope I remember to read them. Ahem. Dinner at siglap was enjoyable with an overaffectionate auntie and overpriced food at a Vietnamese restaurant which was really anything but Vietnamese. I fail to see how Vietnamese a fried rice could get just buy adding chopped peanuts. Quite a letdown given the slightly authentic Vietnamese facade which led us to the place. After some desserts and food reviews (as if we're some atas gourmets), headed home with a bloated tummy and couldn't sleep. Insomnia is really annoying.