Much Ado About Nothing

Nothing much has been happening lately, National day came and went, uneventful. I have been staying home most days, pretty much immersing myself in the sea of books, music and movies. A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, if that were true, my brain has probably regressed into that of the size a pea or smaller, if that is possible. Came upon some really dandy tunes while listening to Yahoo LaunchCast Music - Iron and Wine, Bright Eyes, Elliott Smith, Kings of Convenience, The Shins, The Trashcan Sinatras, Sondre Lerche, Nada Surf, Jem, Pink Martini and Missy Higgins, enough music to last me for a couple of weeks. :) Picked up some few bucks last weekend selling preschool products at the JL sale at the EXPO for a friend of mine, i sucked as a salesgirl, that much i'm sure. I've always tried to avoid monstrous sales like such as much as i avoid the supermarkets on a Sunday. Crowds are just not my thing, would rather pay more to shop in comfort, not that i can afford to do that often.

Scraped my knees while rollerblading last night, served me right for not wearing knee guards. A nice old man offered me a plaster for the wound, bless his soul. As i was cleaning the wound, it occurred to me that the antiseptic wipes and iodine were bought on two separate occasions by 2 different friends. The iodine was for the time i fell off my bicycle, the wipes for tripping while rollerblading. A klutz is one of the more subtle names i've been called, those not so polite names include - a walking catastrophe and an accident waiting to happen. A friend once asked half seriously, "Jamie, what if you accidentally stab me with a steak knife while devouring our meat?" And he was one of the few whom i havent told about the incident with the London cab, which, by far, is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me. Just the other night, i was reading Sophie's World while sitting on the bowl with a tummyache, as i stood up to pull my shorts up, the book fell into the unflushed bowl, the first instinct was to flush, it didnt help of course. I stood watching Sophie's World in the whirlpool of pee and poo, praying that it wasnt destiny's way of telling me where my life was going. Beyond salvation, i wrapped the book in a bag and threw it down the rubbish chute. Laughed myself to bed that night.

On an entirely different note, some guy i dated last year appeared from the blue, apologising for his behaviour and thanking me for "everything". For someone who claimed to be working for the "SEE-EYE-A", he risked losing his job just to talk to me, he is a laugh and a half. My cousin is in town and bunking with us while she looked for a job, before this, i had no idea it was such a huge contrast, being a Malaysian versus a Singaporean. Crossing the causeway meant a whole world of difference, for once, i am thankful that i am on this side of the bridge.

Ciao for now!