And so here we are, on a Sunday night with me feeling like crap which by the way, is nothing unusual. With the frequent lament about having to go to school the next day, you'd think I'd be immune to it. Well, I'm not. And I'm getting so sick of feeling this way. I keep finding ways and reasons to look forward to the next day but I'm having a hard time convincing myself.


I walked into Coach with Mum last Friday. I still like that Gucci bag I laid eyes upon. Although I have to admit, Coach is a lot cheaper. Think I've pretty much decided. Whether I get it or not depends on Mum's generosity. Haha.


Anyway, don't you think it's frustrating when you're all set to get yourself something but can't seem to find that 'perfect' design? Well, in my case, it's a pair of pumps/shoes. I may get myself a pair of Crocs cos I really need a flat pair. I'm too tired of tottering in heels day in, day out. I tried on a pair of Melissa's at NUM, those havaianas-like slippers with tiny heels, but 60 buckeroos for a pair? It's definitely something worth thinking about. For a pair of plastic & rubber slip-ons, the price is definitely over-priced in my opinion. I'd rather get that pony-hair pair of shoes from Itti & Otto for 99 bucks.


We were over at Changi Women's Prison earlier today for their openhouse. For the first time ever, they're inviting family members of staff to pay a visit, hoping to put across the challenges they face at work. In turn, they hope to win the support of the family in the work they do as well as their understanding. It was alright. Kak Ina was on duty so she couldn't join us on the tour. Many of the inmates don't look like crooks if you're wondering. You know, the typical look that's been stereotyped. I can't really explain the look but you get what I mean, don't you? Some of them were pretty old. But they're a pretty talented bunch. Beautiful handicraft, delicious food, hairdressing skills... List goes on. Acap was quite emotional about it. Said he felt sorry for them. I was pretty much neutral. Oh! & the cells. Gawd, the Americans sure lead good lives in their prisons. No beds, hardly any fans, cramped living spaces (if you can call that living). It was terrible. And the ventilation wasn't good. It was the floor, a mat & a blanket for you. An institutionalized place where you're stripped off every privilege & rights that you have. I can write a paper on it. I miss writing my essays. & I simply love the topic on institutions. What a fantastic experience for a Sociology paper!


Ooooh... look at the time. It's back to waking up early in the freaking morning tomorrow. I hate it. It's time to bid adieu & good night.