Something I learn in 2004...

You learn something everyday. If you ever notice it.

Today, I learn something in less than 5 minutes.

My lesson today teach me NOT to wear sandals in WINTER even for 2 minutes.

It is 12.45am.

I am one of those people that make the mama shop along the street outside my house decide to operate 24 hour like a 7-eleven. By the way Glasgow does not have 7-eleven.

It was 12.30am..and I am going to start my journey to burn midnight oils for my essay writing. I saw the pathetic left over toilet paper on the table and foresee that I am going to run out of it before daybreak...I decided that it is not going to helpful especially when you will pee a lot in winter...and I am going to drink a lot of green tea tonight to keep myself fully awake. I decided to risk the freezing winter to run out and buy toilet rolls. Afterall, the shops are just 2 minutes away my house...how cold can I get.

I put on my bubble jacket and slip into my SANDALS....and ran out of the house....

First 10 seconds...fine...not very cold..still can tahan...then 30 seconds past...I saw the shop....my hands stuff in pockets....one minute past...er..not so fine...

I realise my toes are feeling tingling....1 minute 30 second later....where are my toes....?...i cant feel a thing...and 2 minutes later...I reach the shop.

Ah....thawing session begins...as I busied myself choosing which colour I should buy for my toilet paper...the ang moh here like their toilet papers to be coloured....although eventually it will be flush away with shit.....I just wonder which one will give a better colour combination with it.

In the end...after some struggle...I choose pink instead of green. That is becos I reckon pink will feel softer although they are both the same...just something psychological...then comes the 2 minutes ordeal again...this time was much tougher than the first run out of my room...becos back than I was nice and warm in my own room....first 10 seconds...not good already...freezing....why in the world did I wear sandals in winter...stupid....1 minute past...toes painfully losing senses....as I did not fully thaw when I was in the shop...hence refreezing becomes much more difficult to bear...1 minute 30 seconds.....I will NEVER wear sandals in winter ever again...as I speed past the trash collection area ...and then...my apartment....open the door frantically as if someone is behind following me....step into my room...

and AHHHH......thawing....

(This was written in November 2004, Glasgow, during winter. I am doing housekeeping with my old word files and found this...nothing is too late to share...)

Split ends...

While I was trimming my split-end...which I always do...I suddenly have this urge to snip off more than that tiny bit of my hair...

I am fed up with myself for not cutting my hair...

I push my luck further by cutting off...a few more centimetres upwards...and not one hair...but a tiny few strands...many more than ten strands....whahaha....that is nothing..because it makes no difference to my bushy long hair...I won’t miss that tiny bit of hair being cut off...in a spur of moment...

yet...i felt a tiny weeny bit of pain...in the slightest sensation of pain from somewhere in my heart when I hear the snipping sound of the scissors cutting those pathetic few strands of hair....and...the weirdiest of all....though I felt the pain...I am sure there is...I am actually very excited about it...that I have cut it.

SO what does it mean?


(This was something I typed and saved in my computer in 2005 but forget to post on my blog...thought it was nice..)