My contact lenses are being a pair of bitches today. Went to inter to pay Mom's bills which bores me to the zenith with the queues and the walks from one point to another. At the traffic light I bumped into a pair of mamats and one of them kept asking me where am I going, and naturally I gave him the I-don't-understand-whatcha-talkin-about-cos-I-don't-speak-Malay kind of look with one eyebrow raised so when he got the message, he gave up and teased me for being snobbish. "Sombong eh.." This time I totally ignored that mamat. So I went to the nearest mosque to do my afternoon prayers.

Later at 3.45pm I'm gonna fetch Younger Sis from school and then meet up with Mom at inter again to settle the spoiled home theater speakers for warranty and then, maybe getting me a new pair of flats, IF there is my size there. Cos these delicate and pretty flats normally have stocks up to size 7, which I totally find it degrading to myself cos I have a pair of feet with size 9. NORMALLY size 9. But surprisingly I can nicely fit into my Mom's flats which is an appaling size 7, so I think my feet are suffering from personality disorder cos it can fit into any footwear of different sizes. They must be confused, ey? 7, 8 or 9? But typically they're size 9. OH FUCKIN 9.

Now I should go and get a power nap. But I think my power nap will overshot. So I think I'll drink 5 million cups of Nescafe to keep my eyes open.