I went to Little India with my mum today...I made it quite clear to my mum that I totally hate going there. Undoubtedly the grimmest part of going to Little India is the fact that I see my people everywhere...everywhere I turn, I see them! Oh my fucking god! I know I'm absolutely mean, I'm against my own people for god's sake. Before we left, I had that somber expression to my face. My mum wanted to cheer me up so, she agreed to buy me a wallet...the bloody woman was trying to bribe me. It was a good bribe though...she bought me this really nice Elle purse from Wallet Shop. Quite costly...she said it was a gift from her, to me, for putting up with all her crap the past 3mths...you know doing all the housework and enduring her verbal backlash, annoyingly weird mood swings and mental torments...yea I know, she's the biggest grouch you can ever come across. Atleast, Mrs Grouch rewarded me well.
After the whole bribery thingy, we took a cab to Little India. My mum bought some stuff...don't know what the hell she bought, not interested in knowing either. I bought myself a Lakme black eyeliner...super smooth and effective...and its cheap! Its so much more worth it than those branded eyeliners that usually cost over 20 bucks.
While my mum took her own sweet time shopping, I waited like an asswipe and got stuck in the crowd...some bloody indian woman elbowed me in the face. I don't know whats her problem you know...biatch. I was so pissed, my mum got worried and offered to buy me a drink to cool down. Whatever la. Thank god we took a cab home. Very exhausting to shop at Little India...
Met Shena at Tampines MRT station after ditching my mum at home. We checked out the new mall, Tampines One. What kinda name is that? Tampines One sounds so plain and dull. Oh well, atleast they have great shops like Dorothy Perkins and Topshop there. Whoohoo! and they have Baker's Inn!!! Ahhhh...I love living in Tampines.
I sprained my right ankle real bad...everytime I walk, I feel a sharp pain surging through my right foot. I really hope I don't have a metatarsal stress fracture or 'hairline fracture' as they would say. That's really the last thing I need right now. I know for sure that I fractured my middle toe on my right foot coz when I ran into my dining table like 6months ago (don't ask how that happened...very embarrassing), I heard a loud crack, followed by a sharp, searing pain. My middle toe looked necrotic after that incident...it still does. To top that, I might have a stress fracture now...argh! I have mixed feelings about going for an x-ray...what if I really fractured my right foot? I have to go for an op and I will not be able to start work on the 20th. I think I'll just live with it. Anyway, enduring the pain my right foot is giving me is a hell lot more better than not going to work and staying at home with my mum. Gives me the creeps. After all I have been through, I think I can handle pain pretty well.
Posted by Devi at, 11:07 PM.
