Cursing and swearing

I suddenly feel like cursing and swearing. For some weirdo reason I can't view my tagboard, which just about cuts off my communication with the world.

I just finished writing my history PEELS. I haven't read through them yet. And to think I was supposed to finish memorising them ALL BY TODAY. ZENIA QUEK WHAT WERE YOU DOING.

Well, for a start after i came home and slacked for 4 hours, i went back all the way orchard road with papa-pants, turned in to river valley road and went to a light shop called Le Mercier. When i mean light shop, I literally mean light shop. Yes lights, the thing you need to see. The shop was damn scary can.

The moment you step in, you are surrounded by almost vulgar opulence. Chandeliers twinkling everywhere, in all sorts of colours, transparent to black. Expensive furniture clutters up the floor. A table easily costs 60 grand. Taitais walking around with equally expensive handbags and surveying price tags. You know immediately you should just get out of the shop and head for the car. And guess what we were there for?

No we were not there because we want to waste money. Papa-pants broke a piece from the chandelier and he had to get it replaced, so he went back to that shop. The best thing was, he forgot to bring his wallet. The lady must have thought that papa-pants was a cheapo guy.

He is a cheapo guy.

The lady boss seemed amused that he cleaned his own chandeliers twice a year, and that he forgot to bring his wallet. He was damn smart, as usual. We drove all the way there, and he forgot to being his wallet. Genius.

He got the replacement pieces for free. I spent my time dreamily gaping at all the shiny lights above my head, pretending I was in heaven, I almost started twirling around, and then I realised that I had not done anything for exams, and all heavenly aura disappeared. Suddenly, it was just me, and a room full of overly-luxurious lights.

I am starting to sound like a story-teller.

I love light shops.

They make me happy, when skies are grey.