Woke up early after 4 hours of sleep. On my way to the gym, I ducked into an empty shoe boutique impulsively and tried on a pair of 3/4 calf-length black boots. I guess I was subconsciously influenced by my US travelmate, who's been hunting for a similar pair. The good thing was they weren't too pointy (a woman wearing a pointy long pair of boots was singled out by Yoyo as the librarian from Hell last night). I thought what the heck, and bought them. The boots came in a gigantic box cos the boots were so long. In fact, I've travelled with luggage much smaller than this box. What else could I do but lug the monster wherever I went: which is the gym, lunch and library, in that order.

Anyway, about lunch. I tucked into a slice of cookie cheese cake first while reading Jeff Greenwald's The Size of the World, a travelogue about travelling round earth without leaving the ground (he wrote: "All over the world, it seems, bus travel is about playing with the eight-year-old in the seat in front of you." and this eight-year-old later offered him a fruit washed with shampoo, cos he was reluctant to eat unwashed fruits. Eh.) Did a mental calculation of the last time I've eaten greens, sighed and ordered a plate of Caesar's salad with ikan bilis. Weird I know, but the combination surprisingly worked. I read slowly, picked out all the yucky olives generously sprinkled in the salad, and felt content.

Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm still fucked up but am in denial over it. Life for me has simply been whittled down. A game of pool, a movie, interesting conversations with friends, a book, running to music, decent sleep. I don't ask for or expect anything else.

My colleague and I conducted interviews yesterday. It was casual Friday, so we were in jeans and looking sloppy while the candidates were in smart business attire. Basically we had to ask the candidates techy questions, like what type of cakes have you baked before and how many? When you bake, what are the steps you would take? Which part of baking are you most familiar with? etc. After the interviews, my colleague suggested doing it American Idol style and I thought it wasn't really that bad an idea. At least it would be fun!

Tried on the pale purple nail polish but removed it after 30 minutes. A record at any rate. I realised I've gone without nail polish for so long precisely cos I can't stand artificial colours on my nails. Oh well. Went back to the transparent nail polish and I guess this is the end of bubbleheaded nail polish talk from me.

Otherwise, I've been dreaming of friends I've not been meeting for a while. My UK travelmate dreamt her whole family was in a war zone, along with my US travelmate's 2 dogs (without my US travelmate). I've never dreamt of my friends' pets though.

*drum roll* The new nail polish colours are white, pale pink and pale purple. I'm wondering if I should re-paint my nails since I've only done the transparent polish yesterday and I don't have time tonight. Gosh, if I go on like this, maybe I'll be chattering about bad hair days next! lol.

Seeing other folks blog reminder lists of topics to blog on doesn't incite me to do the same. I don't want to write. I want to do brainless things! I've been staring at my fingernails all day so I want to buy more nail polish and hit the gym, in that order. But first, how long is this email compacting going to take?

Nowadays I'm starting to act like the people of Dogville, and nothing-much-to-do tasks are snowballing into the abominable snowman or something like that. You get the picture.

During a meeting yesterday, I cancelled 2 incoming phone calls in order to pay attention to my customer. Later, my customer asked about my availability and I explained that I'm on 24 hour standby (imagine a mobile 7-11). Then he pointed out that I've cancelled 2 incoming calls just now. So what if it had been him making those calls? Bugger. And I don't intend to reveal that I switch off my mobile phone when I sleep. Maybe I'll have to start bringing my mobile phone into the gym though, and that's a turn-off for me. I can't tolerate answering the mobile phone when I'm running, or stopping running to answer what I think is an inane call. Hmm. At least there are no holes in the shower curtains at my gym. lol. You have to read da blind mouse to understand why.

Derailed from my plan to catch a movie by a friend who's back visiting for Chinese New Year. Ended up drinking kilkenny in semi-darkness when I suddenly decided I HAD to paint my fingernails right there and then. So I took out my newly bought transparent nail polish, and announced to my friend that he's privileged to watch me paint nails. Since I've never painted nails in front of anyone and he's never seen anyone paint nails, it's an eye-opener for the both of us. I painted my left hand first and then did my right, and we both scrutinised and checked if my nails were smudged. I offered to paint his but he's got a meeting tomorrow so he declined, and I came home intoxicated and painted my toenails too. Next step: pink or white nail polish!

Cheap thrill. Yesterday I dug out my one and only bottle of nail polish (a present from M last year) and thought about painting my nails after surviving work today. I don't think anyone has ever seen me with painted nails yet cos the most I've done is paint them and wipe them off immediately. And the last time I did this was probably a few years ago too. lol. Anyway, the colour was darkish pearl and I'm still quite timid. Maybe I should get a bottle of transparent nail polish and work my way up to more exciting colours. Maybe this will give me an edge playing pool, muahahaha! Hmm, how nice to be faintly delusional. Time to get out of the office.

Random thought #492: If we need 8 hours of sleep a day, is it possible to go into coma for 2 entire days (48 hours) and then have 6 fully conscious days without sleep? And who will bother to do this even if we can?

Over lunch today, an acquaintance pointed at my decoder ring and said he's got one too after seeing me wear mine. And he fished the ring out of his pocket, where he carries it on a chain. Hmm, it seems like the guys are the ones who like it more, perhaps cos it's chunky, metallic and has all those numbers? I wonder if there's someone who has both a decoder ring and an identity ring like mine.

And the most inexplicable dream I've had recently was where I dreamt that I overslept at my own wedding. What a field day Freud would have had with this. lol. I couldn't tell whom I was getting married to, but I just remembered that everyone was trying to kick me out of bed in vain. Yes, I've been oversleeping the past few days due to fatigue, and no, I've had no time to even date anyone this year.

Weekend, I need the weekend really badly.

From today's Whatis.com:

Disruptive technology is a term coined by Harvard Business School professor Clayton M. Christensen to describe a new technology that unexpectedly displaces an established technology. In his 1997 best-selling book, "The Innovator's Dilemma," Christensen separates new technology into two categories: sustaining and disruptive.

Sustaining technology relies on incremental improvements to an already established technology. Disruptive technology lacks refinement, often has performance problems because it is new, appeals to a limited audience, and may not yet have a proven practical application. (Such was the case with Alexander Graham Bell's "electrical speech machine," which we now call the telephone.)

I think this applies to my life too. I'm in a sustaining cycle, though I do minor sabotages to disrupt it. The question is: am I going to jolt myself enough to break out of the holding pattern?

There's this long stretch from the City Hall MRT through Citilink to Suntec City where I'll always walk at twice my normal speed if I'm alone. It's a game I play where I'll pretend to be a pinball, and optimise the best path to walk without having to slow down. This means walking round obstacles and sidestepping to avoid the crowd, and believe me, it's no walk in the park. lol. Sometimes I can't believe the things I do to amuse myself. Anyway, I ran 10km today and it's a nice start to the week.

Today I read a description of tea rose perfume. You spray it on a cold lightbulb and when it warms up, it'll smell like the room is filled with flowers. Very nice, but don't we have a cheaper alternative of air fresheners already?

And I found out too that there are about 1500 films to be screened over 12 days at the Cannes Film Festival. This works out to 125 films per day at different locations. Good grief.

It's not a case of deliberately remembering you but rather that memories of you linger. I could be sending an email and your email address would be intuitively (and wrongly) predicted by my mail program. I could be scanning the CD racks and remembering the musicians you like, and hence whose CDs I could not buy.

(I need to deviate and explain: I've told re-minisce before about my music idiosyncracies and I'll repeat it here. I remember reading a music review where the first time the reviewer has ever heard a Tindersticks album was on a hotel bed in Australia, where the girl he was in love with then said "listen", and put on the album. He has since lost the girl but not Tindersticks, and maybe he might not have loved the band so much if he wasn't introduced to them that day, that way. For me, I associate music to the people who love listening to it. So if I were this reviewer, I would have also lost Tindersticks when I lost the girl. I would not have been able to buy Tindersticks' albums again, no matter how much I liked them.)

A short while ago I thought I saw you. Well, a long-haired version of you. Except I've never seen you with long hair. I caught my breath and looked hard till you grew aware and looked back. But it wasn't you and it's my turn to have long hair, except you've never seen me with long hair either. Yes I'm babbling.

Anyway, I've enjoyed every day this year so far cos I think I've lived them well. Today I watched the DVD for the Korean movie My Wife is a Gangster, in which a gangster explained his absurd theory that everyone's soulmate is within a 2km radius. I converted this into my running distance and gauged that if this were true, I would be able to reach my soulmate within 12 minutes of running. Odd isn't it, but I would gladly run this and faster too.

Black holes are where God divided by zero.
- Steven Wright, comedian

Deleted another 117 emails. This is getting obsessive, and I'm supposed to meet friends for breakfast later!

Woke up by rain at 4am and started to housekeep my emails. 2 hours later I'm down to 2580 emails in my inbox, out of which 347 are unread. And these are the unsorted ones that haven't been saved in folders. Talk about lack of discipline, lol.

Random fact you don't need to know #96: The MGM logo with the roaring lion bears the motto Ars Gratia Artis, which means "Art for Art's Sake".

Just came back from watching Last Samurai with mum. Watching movies on Chinese New Year day occurs quite frequently in our family. I remember watching Back to the Future during Chinese New Year many years back, when dad was still alive. I was so eager running to the cinema then that I tripped over a chain post and hit my head. A huge bruise appeared on my forehead and I cried buckets, and mum had to rub a hardboiled egg on the bruise to subdue it later. It was the one and only time I've ever had a hardboiled egg rubbed on my face.

In Tokyo Olympiad, there was a runner who wore a thick gold chain with a huge crucifix during his race, and another swimmer who wore a chain and pendant during her swim. I'm touched that their sentimental feelings could overcome the inconvenience caused by those accessories which might have possibly slowed them down.

I couldn't blog so I quoted something instead. As I was reading and typing it simultaneously, I realised this passage was relentlessly long without breaks, but I couldn't bring myself to just quote a slice of it. Every line matters cos I'm waiting for the moment I'll feel this way again. So I quote everything and leave it as that. To lie in wait to celebrate.

The Final Simplicity of Love

I realized tonight as I left your place, that my love for you was absolute. It could go on record with 12 months to the year, 365 days, 7 celestial bodies - Nothing I can do about it. I could tell you more news, that beavers, for instance, have see-through eyelids for swimming underwater, and a tweezer on the tip of the left fourth finger. I would like to be about that useful, but I can also assume the position of a Swiss Army knife in every-ready closed position. I could slap you awake to the presence of my love, like a beaver's tail smacks water, but I want you to be simply as you are, to work in this world as you were meant to do, 24 hours to the day, 52 weeks, and nothing to be done about it. I bask in the inevitable like an eagle in a tuck. Did you know they can dive up to 400 miles per hour? But I certainly wouldn't want to hunt you down. I step back and simply gaze at your true blue shirt and wonder about the immense and awesome wonder of this, not even hoping for an instant that someday you might wake up to the vague possibility, as if turning to an alluring aroma, or hearing the perfect pitch of that one holding note that doesn't die away when your head hits the pillow. It's just a pleasure that I know your name. That it happens to be you. What if I had fallen for some disgusting person. What if I wanted anything in return. Impossible, I know that. My love is simply like a good weather prediction that gets even better when it comes true in my head. Fabulous mild temperatures that inspire you to write the next great chapter. You feel better and even better about yourself, and don't know why. While I'm like a big happy animal, galloping amongst so many shades of green, with heapings of health and sweet frolickings to boot. I want you to be just as you are, 7 days to the week, every 60 seconds, in absolute recurring devotion. Forever and ever as witnessed by the stars, and there's nothing in the world I can do! But to hand you this manuscript and touch you on the mouth, then to blissfully and quietly depart. Don't worry about me. I will be happy as a lark. Pleasure is my mentor, but you can think of me as Joy. I will love you until the day I die. And possibly even after. Read this like my last will and testament, for whatever I have left, I leave it all to you - so lucky I was to have you even barely in my life, which is composed to 41 years now, one month and 16 days, 12 hours and 8 minutes, right up until this very instant - beneath the heavenly, breathing, sky.
- Laura Chester, Bitches Ride Alone

Yesterday ("all my troubles seemed so far away") I ran 8km and then bought a pair of skyscrapper heels after gym. Utterly contradictory and duh. Anyway, inspired by lots of running close-ups in Tokyo Olympiad. Beautiful spontaneous film which makes you really really love people. Especially love it when the crowd erupted into loud heartfelt cheers for the lone last Olympic runner completing his final lap when everyone else has already finished. It was nothing about winning.

Strangest sms (yesterday, cos cinderella has already fled) was from a friend who was checking out Mango's sound system while accompanying his girlfriend shopping. He couldn't believe the way the speakers were placed.. it was like the sound system was set up to bring out the worst possible sound. So now you know what waiting men at Mango sales do (besides checking out the women).

Dissatisfied executives asked Kon Ichikawa if he could re-shoot some scenes in Tokyo Olympiad (a documentary on the 1964 Olympics held in Tokyo), and his wry answer was: "I was able to reply truthfully that circumstances prevented it as the entire cast had left Japan."

"My soul is an island. My car is a Ford."

These are the only lines I remembered from the movie She's All That. They aren't integral to the plot or uttered by the lead actors. In fact, a midget said them in a postmodern pretentious act. Don't ask. What I want to say is this: memory is selective and whimsical. You walk down the supermarket aisles determined to follow your shopping list and at the end of it, peer into your shopping cart and wonder how the sauerkraut got there.

Highlights of today (or technically yesterday, since I've been consistently blogging after midnight):

Watched She's All That on DVD, which I've just borrowed from the library. This movie raised a few eyebrows cos friends thought it's too lightweight. Well, fluff is good. Fluff is fun. Fluff can be watched at 9am on a weekend morning without running the risk of it ruining the rest of the day. Next in line is Kon Ichikawa's acclaimed documentary Tokyo Olympiad, which was considered fluff for a documentary cos it wasn't grand or precise enough despite all the resources he was given.

Went to the gym and ran 6km, which is average but nice. What I've learnt: there'll come a time when I can't even run this distance, and I should appreciate what I can achieve now. So I do.

Went to the Singapore History Museum to watch the local short films though I didn't have a ticket. Managed to get a seat. Went to the Substation to watch the Comgraph animation shorts though I didn't have a ticket. Didn't manage to get a seat but had fun hanging out instead.

Bought Outkast's double album Speakerboxx/ The Love Below, which is highly recommended by at least 2 friends. And I've yet to finish sampling the stack of 8 CDs I just bought.

Ended up drinking at Chjmes with friends, and received a fortune cookie from Quest who happened to be in the vicinity. Broke open the cookie to find out my message read: "You are going to have a very comfortable old age." Don't know if that's a blessing or a curse. lol.

Before going home, b12 coined another new term to describe me. He called me Teflon Girl, cos I'm not the clingy type and hence, like a non-stick frying pan. Don't know if that's a compliment or an insult. lol.

Feeling tired but satisfied. Showering sounds wonderful and bed sounds better.

2 questions posed today, of which one is:
If it were the end of the world tomorrow, what last movie would you watch today and why?

Would it be one of those disaster movies where you hope that you could learn some trick to survive the holocaust tomorrow somehow? Or would it be a movie you've always wanted to watch but never had a chance? Would it be a movie that you've seen so often cos you love it, and would watch just to lipsynch to the actors again? Would it be a feel good movie, or a feel bad one?

Dave said his pick's either Casablanca or Lord of the Rings. I pointed out that LOTR is a trilogy and he said ok, make it Return of the King then. Leslie picked Indiana Jones and deliberated over which Indiana movie exactly, before settling on Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Strangely, all I could think is the movie I've seen the most happens to be Romancing the Stone, an old lightweight romantic adventure starring Michael Douglas and Kathleen Turner. It just always seemed to be screened, back when I still watched TV. Could I exit this world watching that?

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
- Crowfoot, Native American warrior and orator (1821-1890)

Inbetween screenings tonight, I grabbed a girlfriend to drop by a watch shop. Impulsively, the 2 of us bought huge face watches though mine is bigger. 2 women needed new means to track good times, and we shall not fail!

Online clearing emails. Haven't read anyone's blogs. Not showered yet. Just after 1 am. Shit. Better go now so I can try to sleep before 2am. Busy is an understatement.

Let's say the customer's supposed to have a raisin cake but someone forgot to put in the raisins. Now we've got a raisin-less cake and today's work involved stuffing raisins into the cake's air pockets, and praying the head honcho doesn't inspect the cake too closely. So much for technology and its benefits.

No internet access at customer's. Screenings every day till Sunday. Emailing only after I get home from screenings. And it's really way past my bedtime. Time to go.

On re-encounters. Though Faye Wong sings that it's as brief as a lightning flash across a clear sky in May, do remember that it's rainy season come October. If you have patience, things (and people) will somehow enter into your orbit again.

I asked my best friend if he would understand my need to do something now to pay back for all these years of selling out. For being a baker whose heart isn't in the cake. He said yes, and I am, though I'm not giving up baking. Yet.

I would marry him today and make the world fit together, but I know that that is not for me to say. So I leave, leaving that warm, empty space in his arms, like the place where a deer lies down in the tall grass, coming back every night to peer into his dream, looking in the moonlight for herself.
- Laura Chester, Bitches Ride Alone

Today I triggered the security alarm while walking out of Watson's. I didn't buy anything from there, so I was dumbfounded till I realised what it was. I took out the DVDs from my bag and waved them in front of the store sensors to trip them off again. Yes Dave, the DVDs I just picked up from you. lol. And I thought only library books drive sensors crazy.

After gym today, I dropped by Tower Records and found a small selection of books at the discount bin. While rifling through them, I came across this book entitled "Bitches Ride Alone" by Laura Chester. I flipped to the first page and read this: "Is it possible to know the first boyfriend, I mean, thirty years later go home again, unfold the first "I love you" note, written on a one-inch piece of paper and made into a tiny bird?"

And so to find out, I bought the book.

In a post-shopping rant mode.
Bought my first and only fuchsia top.
Bought 3 CDs (Electric Light Orchestra, Maxwell House and Loop Guru) altogether for less than the cost of an ordinary drink.

Went to the Suntec city library booksale twice today. The first time I dropped by, I only managed to pick up 2 books but I went back again to pick up another 3. What I got are:

An art book on the German artist Grosz.
Sidney Lumet's Making Movies.
Cari Neauchamp and Henri Behar's Hollywood on the Riviera (a history of the Cannes Film Festival).
Jeff Greenwald's The Size of the World (a journal about travelling round the world without leaving the ground).
Michel Houellebecq's Atomised (french translated novel on modern lives and loves)

Happy now!

I once asked Akira Kurosawa why he had chosen to frame a shot in Ran in a particular way. His answer was that if he'd panned the camera one inch to the left, the Sony factory would be sitting there exposed, and if he'd panned an inch to the right, we would see the airport - neither of which belonged in a period movie.
- Sidney Lumet, Making Movies

The music video for Cornelius' song I Hate Hate just consists of splattering drops of paint.. blue paintdrops on white background and vice versa. What's interesting is how the drops mimick the soundscape: each note and its progression is synchronised and matched by paintdrops. A small paintdrop can morph into a huge blob when the sound phats out. A rain of tiny paintdrops for a chorus of beeps. The purpose of the music video is to focus on the music. Nice.

I just ran 6km outdoors listening to a Faye Wong song entitled "Wings of Light" on auto-repeat. Especially like the chorus where there's frantic drums and a bass guitar riff with Supergrass-sounding hooks. The lyrics sound strange translated into English ("Spread my transparent wings/ and fly towards the moon".. huh?), and the opening guitar lick seemed stolen from a Springsteen song, but that enthusiastic chorus blew my mind.

How can people run without music? How?

Just installed the original tag-board which is hopefully not so annoying.

I just dreamt about well, golf. I've never played it and have no inclination to try, but in my dream I was walking along a horizontal path along a slope, and all around me people were playing golf. A golf ball landed at my feet and I instinctively booted it hard like a soccer ball. It flew quick and far, someone yelled angrily, and I realised that I've probably done a social boo-boo. That was when I started walking real fast and woke up. lol.

I've just seen the film I was most looking forward to see. Thank you.

Today I worked alone at my customer's office. Actually it was in a book-less library, which no one else found ironic but me. In cake-lingo, I came in to taste the customer's cake to make sure it's still edible. I kept the door ajar and throughout the day, folks I've met from my customer's would pass by, backtrack and pop their head in to say hi. A slice of fruit cake was brought in for me too. Later when 2 customers needed my room for a teleconference, instead of kicking me out, they asked if I would mind them doing the teleconference in the room while I worked on.

Yes, it was a good day with nice customers.

All of a sudden I dreamt of you. Well, it wasn't you exactly because you were tanned and on a bus (or was that a room?). We spoke but I don't remember what was said. I just kept thinking what a tan. Was it even you? lol. Anyway, I dreamt.

On phone conversations, voice mails and voices.

The shortest phone conversations I have had are with my mum while the longest sustainable ones are with my best friend. My mum and I don't talk on phones; instead, we behave like men and grunt. A typical call could have my mum asking "Not home for dinner?" and me replying "ah", and we'll instinctively hang up just like that. If I miss her call, my mum will hang on just to leave curt imperious voice mails like a simple "oy". She is the only person who never introduces herself on my voice mails and also the only person who doesn't need to leave voice mails since I call back anyway. I guess we just have some weird uncomfortable relationship on the phone.

Though it's true that I'll recognise my mum's voice without her having to explain who she is, I regretfully admit that I've forgotten my dad's voice after all these years. I can picture his face vividly.. it's just that it's like a silent film footage without any soundtrack. You know there are songs you know so well you can pace their exact beats and inflections, and lipsynch amazingly to? My dad has become a song with lyrics I'm familiar with but have forgotten how to sing. In fact, my dad passed away before I even owned a mobile phone. So I don't know how phone conversations with him would have gone, or what kind of voice mails he would have left. You have no idea how sad this is.

The longest phone conversations I have nowadays aren't that long or often either. I sms more than I phone, and when I do phone, it's probably to my best friend while I walk that stretch home from the MRT station. These are the brief intervals I catch up with his life and he with mine, and as we grow older, nearly every conversation nowadays revolves round work. There are times when I'll stop walking to avoid ending the conversation once I reach home, and I'll stand still, hovering near my home while listening to some interesting theory he has. lol.

I still prefer face-to-face conversations though.

Late night ICQ conversation with da mouse has become predictable. I'll go "office?" and he'll reply "yes".

Dang. Failed to wake up at 6 to hit the gym, not that I was trying very hard to. Oh well. I did spend time to chuck away my whole collection of postcards and flyers last night. Maybe one of these mornings I'll make it for early morning gym.

4 days into the new year and every day has been productive so far. Kept in touch with friends, read, worked hard and hit the gym twice. Brilliant. If only I could persuade myself to clean up my room and office cubicle.

Now reading the screenplay of Full Frontal, which I didn't manage to watch. In it, there's a scene where one character was asking the other if he had ever gone for therapy. The other character replied, "No. That whole thing, I don't get it. It's like, they're just selling you back to yourself."

Exactly.

My jc girlfriend didn't have a proper countdown to the New Year. She was at a dinner and it was still 15 minutes till midnight when the organiser decided not to hold everyone back. So they all pretended it was already midnight and did the countdown with fanfare and cheering. Eh.

Watching music videos on Sputnik 7 (a site recommended me by a new girlfriend while we were wandering round Kino bookstore). Wonderful content Sunday morning feeling.

A friend tried a math trick on the rest of us. We're supposed to think of a 2-digit number between 50 and 100. Then he added that both digits have to be even numbers. After we mentally re-adjusted for this, he claimed he knew what number everyone was thinking, and the answer is 68. Huh? It seemed that the majority of the people would think of that number, but actually only one of us was thinking it. In fact, 2 of us were thinking the number 88 cos that meant prosperity.

Then another friend chipped in with another mind trick. We're supposed to keep thinking the number 6, and then we're asked to think of a vegetable that starts with the letter 'C'. Most people should respond with 'carrot', but I thought 'cabbage' instead and another friend thought 'celery'. Hmm.

Maybe cultural biaseness should be included in experiments like these.

Went to the Spinelli's at Hereen with a bunch of friends to have dessert and drinks, and excused myself to visit the loo. On my way back, I got reeled in by the HMV sale, bought 8 CDs, and plan to check out the sale again tomorrow. What's most upsetting is the David Holmes & Free Association CD I bought recently is now selling for just $1.95. I was so riled up that I turned to the lady next to me at the CD racks and told her she HAD to get that album cos it's such a good buy. And she said ok and did just that! By the time I got back to the table, everyone's finished their cake and drinks. lol.

Today I sent my mobile phone for OS upgrade cos it kept hanging on me and petulantly refused to send sms to selected folks. When I got the phone back 2 hours later, all the words I've inserted in its dictionary had disappeared. Great, need to key in swear words again.

My bimbo blog entry for Friday reads:
I found another stash of 4 pairs of earrings, so I actually own 28.5 pairs in total. Ooo. Too many earrings, too few holes.
My travelmates and I went berserk at the Zara sale. We spent 1+ hour there (during which I sms'd with 4 people and phoned with 2), and only stopped to have dinner at about 9.30pm, followed by dessert.
During dessert, the girls started reciting multiplication tables. Of 7. First in English, and then in German (perhaps this nonsensical spontaneity helps explain why I adore them). And then I chipped in and started reciting pi in German too. The only difference is no one would be able to spot the error if I recited incorrectly.

And it's time to hit the shower and bed.

Slept 9 hours but still woke up drowsy. So glad I only need to work one day before hitting the weekend. Nothing momentuous to declare cept I'm sampling a new CD today to start the year.

Ran 10km today at the new gym. This gym is much more inconveniently located than the old one, but it's bigger and has many more treadmills. Plus the time limit on the treadmill seems to be 100 minutes.. maybe I should try to hit that some day. Received bad news today but I guess life goes on.