Well, it was the Oscar weekend after all. And yes that is Kate Beckinsale in the still.

 Damage done was three books. Minimised already. Could have been a few more I swear.

Met the usual suspects for the weekly workout this morning. Witness an accident in the car park that almost turned out to be a hit-and-run. Thankfully for the victim's car it wasn't and there was even photo evidence. Yea we just happened to perform our civic duties. ROFL. Not a joke, the police got in touch with Wil for the details. Attended the wedding dinner of ZY later the night with the same bunch of guys, common group of friends and awesome people to be with. And yes over the next several years this will be a common occurrence, the wedding events I mean.

Saying it is a small world we live in, yet interpersonal relationships seemed to be at their furthest.  

The times whereby I look into the mirror and I don't recognise the person in it.

Impossible to revisit yet recalling. 

Ignorance is bliss; how useful.

The limit already? I know. I need a change.


Choose.

I'll have my haircut tomorrow, rather later today, then pay a visit to Kinokuniya to have my card renewed and browse around. Sounds good for a lazy afternoon.

Craving for supper. Anything will do.

Bought some stuff today. A new sports towel, a pair of Asics GT-2170, and 2 pairs of holey running socks which the cost is inversely proportional to the amount of material used. I know, I can be such a sucker for such. LOL. But they are indeed really very lightweight. Almost don't feel them when I took it out for a test run after I got home. Though I guess no amount of self justification can do justice for their purchase. :P

 

 Unfortunately I woke up.

Gear check, the soles of both the DS Trainer and 2150 are coming off; iPod has been down since eons ago; cable housing of the SE 110 came apart from being bended around the ear for the last couple of years; sports towel disintegrating; the list goes on.

Bank breaking time is due! Anyone for shopping this week?

Today I witnessed an irony. I was at Vivocity hence I decided to drop by the soon-to-be close down bookshop that is Pageone. It was by far the larges crowd that I’ve seen inside. Shelves were empty and people all over. Reason being there is a closing down clearance sale of at least 50% off the price of any given book. If you are familiar with the layout of the store, the queue for payment extended from the cashiers all the way to the end of the store, all the way into where used to be the graphic novels and comics section. Now here comes the irony, if everybody was indeed that interested to own whatever books they were going to pay for, why didn’t they do so when they were full priced? Meaning which if the books remained full priced, they would not have purchase it? So it is a matter of purchasing for the sake of the sale, bringing back stuff that eventually you will not revisit? Just some random thoughts that I had while I was browsing. Everybody loves a good bargain, I have been guilty of such purchases from books warehouse sales. Books which sat neatly in a pile by the corner and collected dust after I bought them; books which I bought because I had half the heart to read them and because they were cheap.

I did clear the backlog of unread ones, slowly. I didn’t devour them like what I usually do. I learnt my lesson, eventually. For it was quite a torture to bring myself to finish something that I was only half interested in, and I was running out of space to store them. The latter is a more pressing issue. ROFL. If not for the email to renew my Kinokuniya card, I would not have realized that it had already expired for a good couple of months. Yes it was that long since I last visited the place, let alone purchase a book anywhere else. An improvement? I guess it is time to make use of the vouchers they are giving me for renewing it. I know I can be such a sucker for such stuff. Perhaps next week.


Feeling nostalgic, I dug out more stuff that I have written about 6 years ago. I shook my head in disbelief and cringed at the content. I laughed at how foolish I was despite claiming otherwise. I believed that I must have changed from then. We all do, right? Some things don't change though. Like how I can be a difficult person, I still do. Heh.

Halfway into February (*edited)

Happy Valentine's Day.

Whatever that is left of it.

Gotta love that man who releases the balloon @ 1:39.

A little quiet these days.

元宵节 just past us by on Monday, it marks the end of the 15 days lunar new year celebrations. A little late, but it is already the second month of the new year already, talk about time flying past us. Old wives tales talked about how weird stuff happens on the night of the full moon, no I did not turn lunatic nor become a fang-baring wolf, instead I woke up to find my bowel in a state of disagreement with me. You can imagine the rest. Somewhat concluded that loaf of wholemeal bread is the cause and is contaminated somehow, since it was the only thing extra that I had from the rest of the household. There are also times where I had the urge to hug the toilet bowl, aside from sitting on it, to puke. Falling asleep at weird hours resulted in me being awake now. Sucks to be ill.  

Neighbour commented about how easily it is for our generation to call it quits and we make no hesitation about job hopping when we find ourselves stuck in a rut, who wouldn't, right? And how different it was from our parents seeking stability. I guess times are different. We are considered many times more fortunate than they were, at least we didn't have to worry about nation building and stuff that the men-in-white loved to constantly remind us about. Our generation tend to place a higher utility on happiness, at least I feel that we try very hard to. However along the years the line between being happy and feeling happy is perhaps blurred. Are we really happy with the change? Or did we trick ourselves into thinking that we are indeed? Random senseless ramblings when the mind is not functioning.

A revelation. Because sometimes we got to ask ourselves, is it worth it? The way things go, at the end of the day, it is all for naught. In the dead of the night, you realised how deafening your heartbeat actually is; and silence is something you can actually. When the morning comes you will be leaving here.