Unfruitful shopping day

Relatively la. I was damn hyped up for shopping day (happens about once a month) and there were no good deals AT ALLLLLLL.

(@*&$*@^#

For once I had quite a nice-sized chunk of money left in my bank account and I was all geared up to go major shopping - stuff to bring home in Nov, yea!

Abuthen I only bought 2 things lo.

1 kid's necklace from Diva, cause it was 2/3 price off and I like unihorns.

1 b&w striped halter top that I wanted to buy last time but it was 12 dollars and I refused to. Today it was 3 for 10 but I didn't see any 2 other pieces that I liked so I bought just one piece for 5 dollars. -___-

Oh, and I bought a bape t-shirt for my boyfriend. Damn cute got 2 blue teddies in front. I hope he likes it ahahah. Also wanted to buy it last time but decided not to in case he didn't like it.

Anyway it was an impulse buy. Being one of the last shops before our (me and Manda's) tram ride home, it screamed my name and immediately I hunted for that t-shirt.

It was still there! They only had one last time also aahahah it's too well-hidden (it's in a prom dress/jeans shop o_O)

And I bought it because I hate going home (nearly) empty handed and I decided I'd MAKE him wear it even if he thinks it's too cute for a guy (at least the teddies are blue.)

OHH! I visited several perfume shops today to hunt for Sam's perfume to see if it was cheaper here (it wasn't) and I sprayed a copious amount of it (CK Escape) onto my wrist.

Bloody nozzle squirt so much I donno for what. Got one dripping puddle there.

Anyway, when I let it dry and air out a bit, I couldn't stop sniffing it cause it reminded me so much of my boyfriend. Waaa T__T

I sprayed the sampling paper to take a strip home and stuff it in my pillows, lumzhum, pajamas, bag, etcetc sniffable items.

AHAHHAHA damn pathetic right!

But it makes me feel happy ^__^ Good memories buuhahahha.

When I did that the first thing that popped into my mind was when Mia from the Princess Diaries got a sample of Drakkar Noir so she can smell Josh 'in the privacy of her own home.'

At the time I thought she was bloody batshit crazy, but now ohhhh how I understand your feelings, Mia :O

Oh oh and I sprayed CK Free on my other wrist. I like this one a lot :x Hopefully I can buy for him next time so I can always sniff it.

So on one hand I smelt like my boyfriend, and on the other I smelt like what he would possibly smell like in the future. (Lame pun ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY intended. Such a sad shopping day must give allowance for being lame.)

Anyway, I headed home with only 3 purchases and felt very low - shopping low! Damn horrible. Opposite to shopping high, where one feels euphoric and returns home like a triumphant hero returning from war, wielding bags of shopping like her sword stained with blood of enemies...

Meh.

Amanda was going to go clubbing - Halloween themed night. Briefly considered going but felt repulsed by the thought of getting drunk amidst a crowd of strangers in a unihorn/bunnie/angel costume.

Nahhhh, stay home and geek together with my boyfriend better la. :3

On the way home, I went to buy McD fries and a drink to refuel before heading to the bookstore to pick up art magazines.

(For what else do I love besides my family, my boyfriend, gaming, art, shopping, chocolate and dogs? READING!)

I bought a copy of Desktop and ImagineFX after flipping through them for a while (to absorb the bookwormy atmosphere there.)

ImagineFX is such a gorgeous magazine. Even if I didn't read and find their advice and tips on digital painting useful, it'd be worth it just to sit and stare those beautifulllll pictures. *__*

It was the first art magazine I bought when I went to US - it cost a bomb and basically it was what inspired me to do Digital Art (besides gaming.)

Blablabla. I don't even know where I put it now. HAHA.

So I paid for both (costs 30 dollars wtfbbq should subscribe cheaper lah) and walked home in the AWESOME weather.

It was exactly like Msia on a rainy day. Not cold nor warm but COOL AND WINDY.

I was imagining holidaying on a beach in the evening for the whole walk home. In fact, the weather was so freaking awesome that I parked my ass down on a bench on the street and started reading my new magazines while the breeze tickled my bare legs. Today was the first day I wore shorts without leggings in MONTHS.

Halleluya.

Ahh. This is what enjoying life means.

Oh yeah, on the way home, as I was waiting for the pedestrian light to turn green, one middle-aged woman riding a bike pulled to a stop next to me.

She looked at me. I looked at her.

She burst out laughing.

"OH I LIKE WHAT YOUR SHIRT SAYS!"

"Oh thank you :)"

"It's so true! Oh that's really good. I always meet Mr. Wrong. Oh! Hahahaha! Oh that's absolutely genius!"

"Well, it was true once."

"Hahahaha that's really a good one. I like it very much! Don't worry, one day you'll meet someone nice!"

"Oh, yeah. I DO have a boyfriend already!"

"That's nice! Good for you!"

The light turned green and she rode off with a grin, still laughing to herself.

Well, if that didn't make my day, I don't know what will.

Nice friendly strangers hohoho, that's one thing I love about this place.

Unlike my lecturer who just blatantly stares for such a LOOONG time whenever I wear my other shirt which reads "daytime sleeper, all night lover."

(What? It was five bucks and I thought it was a gag. Bloody comfortable to boot.)

Then, she loudly announces to the now-distracted class:

"Oh, I'm so sorry! It's just that...whenever I see that shirt...I just...oh sorry. Some things are just meant for young people."

Then she dips her head and talks to her papers on the desk - without looking at me:

"That must be a hard standard to live up to."

*silence*

Well fuck you and may I have you know that I have a very willing boyfriend to help me LIVE UP TO THAT HIGH STANDARD thank you very much!

Old hag.

She mustn't have gotten laid for decades. But let's not start being mean and petty. (SHE STARTED IT! Waa waa waa.)

Anyway there should be more nice ladies on bicycles around. :)

Now I'm hot and sticky (humid weather for once o_O) but I refuse to bathe for I'm afraid of losing that smell. *___*

1 more month and I can smell it on it's proper owner. *_________*

Am coming home soon.

What's worse than chewing gum in your hair?

Super glue, of course!

Bimbo Lala did it again. -_-

I know there's a shop in Pavilion called Bimba and Lola but somehow I always read it as Bimbo and Lala so that's what I call Shella now.

But I digress.

So anyway, I lent Shella my super glue yesterday and she managed to glue the tube to the table. -_-

She dripped glue onto the table and didn't notice it. So after she finished using it she chucked the glue aside and surprise, surprise...it landed on the puddle of superglue.

Imagine my surprise when I tried pick up the tube and it stuck fast to the table. Only with a calculated wrench, I was able to remove it from the surface of the table.

Super glue covered my whole thumb.

I -_-ed her and she apologized in her childlike way and I waved the matter aside, thinking that was the extent of the damage.

But NOOOO.

Today Jennifer wanted to use the super glue and she found that she couldn't open it.

I told her to use her clothes for some friction because sometimes the cover is a little sticky after use, but to no avail. I tried and it didn't work either.

I asked Jimmy and he failed to open it too. So we said if a guy can't do it let's just write the tube off.

When I tried to recall how I screwed the cap back on, I realised the Shella was the last person who used it and she must have put the cap back on without waiting for glue on the nozzle to dry.

Effectively, she not only super glued my tube to the table, but also super glued the tube of super glue shut.

@&*#^*&^#

Sighing, I tried wiggling the cap side to side to loosen the dried glue as it works sometimes, but she must have closed the cap with a huge shitload of glue on the nozzle because the whole fucking thing snapped off!

PAK!

Needless to say, fresh super glue splattered on my construction materials, my shirt, my hair and my face!

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.

I just gasped and sat there, stoning. Wtf just happened? And complaining and cursing like hell that I wasted my limited plastic sheeting that I was going to use to construct my lighting project. (You can never wipe super glue off cleanly.)

Amanda and Jen O_Oed me and told me to hurry and go to the toilet la! Why am I sitting there?

Grumbling, I asked them to please help me wipe the plastic sheeting thanks and I marched to the bathroom irritated.

I met my lecturer and program coordinator on the way out. They stared at me, what with my awkward posture - I looked like someone threw an egg at me with my arms stiffly at my sides and my disgusted face.

"I snapped my tube of superglue."

Immediately my lecturer asked if I got any in my eyes and I said no, only my face and hair.

She ran hot water in the sink for me before going back to the class, leaving my bending down over the sink and running the hot water over the patch of super glued hair.

ARGH.

I wiped some off my forehead and found more on my neck when I came home to shower.

But all I can say it thank god I got to the glue before it dried - I would bloody hate to cut off my fringe after growing it out for 8 bloody months!

After letting my hair run under the tap for a while, I let it dry off and started peeling the remaining flakes of dried glue off the ends. =_= It's like picking dandruff, only it STICKS to your hair.

HAJHVJHVDAJGVF

But anyway, now I have a reason to justify keeping my long and VERY messy, face-obscuring fringe - it probably just saved me from getting blinded.

Or gluing my eyelids shut.

Little miracles.

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