Chinese New Year is around the corner. This year, I had no mood to shop. I'm doing a short attachment at the Histopath Department at the National Skin Centre, and everyday, my train ride goes past Orchard Road and Somerset. Somehow this year, I'm just repulsed at the thought of shopping at what in the past used to be something I looked forward to. I think it's a sign of maturity :) I never once stepped of the train at these stations in my so-far 2 week attachment. In fact, for some strange reason I am getting repulsed by the sight of clothes these days. Strange. All I can think of when I get off work is to get home a.s.a.p so that I can sit on the couch and slump into a ball of sloth. But, I did get myself a pair of jewelled sandals, because I'm wearing out my oxfords and the humid weather has caused some of my shoes to grow mold, resulting in them getting thrown out. (I thought I need to clarify that I have THROWN them out. Just in case you think I was gonna WEAR them still.)

Anyway.

I'll be going back for CNY! Yay!

Anyway.

Why is this post so grandmother-story like?

Because. That, is a sign of maturity.

Sorry, maturity has made me a boring person.

Excuse me, I have to go water my plants.

Happy Chinese New Year.

Goodbye.