today i slept, shopped, and watched TV. basically, i did all the things which i do best; so the day was a good day indeed.

to my credit, shopping is an important life skill, so it's not like i haven't been using this free time to enrich myself. when i was first released after my exam-induced hermitage, my shopping stamina was little over an hour. today i shopped for five hours without stopping, AND i could have gone longer but it was getting late. so there has definitely been some improvement here. shopping is an art; it is about skill and strategy. first you must know how to scan racks, detect sales, and spot good buys. then you must be good at your cost-benefit analysis (should i pay more for a better design or get a plain one cheap?) and know how to budget your energy and money. clearly, shopping makes us better people!

just now i had a philosophical moment. i happened to catch my reflection in the dining room door and for some reason, i thought, "i'm too young to go to university!". this is not just the height speaking. it's like the past few weeks i've been so caught up doing applications here and there and wondering which courses to try for that it didn't actually strike me that i'm going to university. i definitely do not feel old enough or mature enough or smart enough. in fact, i think i still feel J1. i always feel as if i don't belong in where i am, like in J1 i felt sec 1, and in sec1 i felt primary1. i guess you don't actually think you fit into a place until you've experienced everything through your time there, and only then when you fully accept your identity there, it's time to move on. or am i the only person who can't believe she's actually going to be in university soon?

currently, i'm stuck at page 37 of salman rushdie's the ground beneath her feet. the whole novel is a 634 page affair, and frankly, i don't think i am going to make it. somehow the beginning seems to just drag on and on with no purpose in sight. and this afternoon i just wiped my sister's borders card out with 3 new books, and i'm quite eager to start them. they are considerably thinner so they have a bright future ahead. all i need to do now is lock myself in a room with cereal, coffee, and good music...

finally, american idol rant! i canNOT stand pipsqueak kevin. i have never hated a 16 year old boy as much as i hate kevin. he has this annoying way of twitching his eyes when he sings and i have no idea how anybody can find this cute or adorable or attractive. he's just one helluva ugly kid! yes, i realise that i am judgemental and shallow but somebody has to say it!