ok so my detox was quite a failure. firstly, the avocado milkshake was a complete disaster because during the time in which i left it in the fridge to "chill", i managed to have a nightmare about drinking a horrible puke-coloured drink that tasted just like liquid egg. and guess what, egg is my most hated food of all time and the puke-coloured drink was exactly the same colour as the avocado milkshake. and so i never did succeed in bringing myself to drink it. plus, i will never touch avocado again, not after i've become aware of its similarities to egg.

secondly, on day 3 my mom tempted me with mosburger. i mean, i had held out pretty bravely till then and so i know i have a strong resolve and stuff, but all this determination was clearly no match for the lure of fatty overcooked grease-laden fast food. i know, i'm disgusted with me too. anyway, after 2 days of cabbage and cauliflower soup, anything with rice and meat was like salvation. besides, i kept telling myself that i am after all still a teenager and i need to get my balanced nutrients. what if i get an iron defeciency or something? surely we wouldn't want that!

apart from that, the past week has been pretty busy with driving and coaching. yesterday i managed to stall the car on an uphill junction which could have been potentially disastrous. because i forgot that on uphill slopes you have to release the clutch halfway and balance it before you release the brake, so when the light changed to green i instinctively let go of the brake and hit the accelerator. then of course the engine started jerking and refused to move, so i let go of the clutch completely. and then the car stalled. and so i had to restart the engine, by which time the asshole at the back had started going crazy with the horn. so naturally i got a bit panicky, and THEN, instead of controlling the brake when i started the engine like a normal person, i completely released it, which made the car start to slide backwards, right into the asshole's car. omg i was so scared i could have just let go of the steering wheel and started crying. lucky though, a bit of my brain was still alive and i managed to control the accelerator just millimeters away from collision. and so that is how i nearly crashed the car. then of course there is the story of how i accidentally hit the accelerator instead of the brake at a red light...

otherwise, my life has been pretty uneventful. coaching is the most boring thing in the world, plus i have to use my brain the whole time, which we all know is a bit of a stretch. and i keep having to listen to all these shit speeches, especially from the younger kids, which is actually slightly amusing at the start, but after 3 hours it constitutes torture. how anybody can do this on a volunteer basis is beyond me. somehow, i have this really stinking feeling that i'm going to be the one writing all the bloody cases once their competition starts.

oh, and CNY shopping has been a real bummer so far. all the clothes these days are either really ugly, or made of enough material to barely cover a mouse. and we all know i am no mouse. anyway, after i spent close to 6 hours trawling orchard with aud and not getting anything, my mom forced me into getting this auntie-ish outfit which is supposed to make me look demure. i even had to dump my plan of getting something totally oriental to increase my angbao takings because i figured that i would never wear it again and it'd just join all the stupid mandarin-collared tops that are wasting my wardrobe space. they're the kind which look really cool when you try them in the shop mirror, but look ridiculous once you wear them out. then again, that's how practically all clothes work. i have this theory that shop mirrors are actually Magic Mirrors which make you think that you look really good and thin and like you actually have a figure, which only puts you up to sore disappointment once you get home and realise that those jeans actually make your bum fat hang out and stuff like that. i desperately need a sale full of pretty wearable perfectly-fitting clothes to restore my faith in mankind!