Inertia.

I was lying on my bed, listening to Blank Walls* (I take back what I said about it, by the way. It's good. I like it.), watching a lone fleck of dust float up next to my window grille and spin away into the bigger world out there, while my body and mind stubbornly refuse to get up and start working on sending out job applications so that I too, can get to the big wide world out there.

So what does one do?

One blogs.

Last Thursday, I went down to the National Dental Centre with my mum 'cause she had to get a painful and long procedure done - she now has two silver teeth - so while she was lying, immobile, at the prosthodontist's mercy I was out and about, exploring Pearl Centre.

I got hungry, so I bought a cup of curry fishballs, eschewing the healthier corn-in-cup that had actually brought me to the stall.

Boy was that a wrong decision.

So I was walking about, getting stares from people from a different demographic group (and that applies to the fashion stakes, too), eating my 'balls-on-a-stick. I'd heard that there were some stores that sold some fashionable wear - ow, hot, hot - but when I got there, I was only greeted by an empty arcade - ooh, spicy, spicy! - of closed shops. Only about three shops were making half-hearted attempts at business. The clothes were only of passable interest - and by now, my lips were burning up.

I'd meant to take some pics, but with a cup of curry fishballs in one hand and the other holding the satay stick from which I ate them, it was not to be had. Thence, I knew I had to find some place to sit down. Or at least put my 'balls down.

And so I did, next to a plump lady who sporadically rubbed her nose with such zeal that the whole bench shook and who was reading some sort of novel/self-help/spiritual book. I don't know, my eyes sort of glaze over whenever I encounter Chinese characters.

* this is the picture I so wanted to take at the gig, but couldn't, because we all know how strict the personnel are there... anyway, I took this from their blog (yes they have a blog! Doesn't everyone?).

Update: I wrote most of the above earlier this - well, last - afternoon, but I abandoned it temporarily when Blogger refused to upload my pictures no matter how many times I tried. Now I have finally done with one cover letter, as I'd promised myself I'd do - but not before a bout of histrionics my you-know-who had to endure. Thanks, you-know-who. And to the other you-know-who(you-are): I'm gonna get this done. I will. (There is a third you-know-who(-you-are), but actually we all know who he is - Barry. Thanks, Barry, for the nagging.) Sorry for the list. Honestly, I had no intention whatsoever to make it.

Tomorrow: Results of my 'picturesque' outing with Adrian!

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