I'm gonna cut short all the niceties and go straight to today's happenings.

Mum and I went out in the morning to the shops. There were lots of sales selling thingamajigs, but that's not the problem here.

We went to a sale and bought a ring for me. It was quite big, actually, i think it was a mood ring.
Not that I like mood rings, of course. Huh!

the lady at the store was so damn knacking rude. She doesn't understand English at all. She thought Mum was asking her where the rings were, when Mum was actually asking her if there was a new model of the ring, she doesn't like the ones on display. I , like, totally agree with her. I wonder how many people with bitten nails (gulp) and peeled skin (gulp, gulp) would have tried that ring on, since it was really nice and there was one miserable model of it left. The lady just plonked the change in my palm so hard it hurt. Bleahs...

Anyway, the both of us (Mum and myself, not the shoplady and myself!!) went to a McDonalds to have sundaes since the weather was scorching enough to burn the pants off lobsters. Not that lobsters have pants. Whatever.
We went back to the supermarket to buy some stuff, then went to a confectionery to buy my favourite tuna floss buns.

Now , this is what all the fracas is all about.

Hang on, I'm damn sorry, I've gotta go for lunch. Toodles.

I'm back. I'm also uploading lyrics to my iPod.

So, I went to the confectionary's cashier to pay for the buns. There was this lady whose two sons were playing around. With grimy, filthy toy cars. They were making such a racket that I wanted to just knacking haul them out of the place. Their mother included.

So, I was at the cashier, and the mother was just next to me. Suddenly, I felt something drilling into my foot, and when I looked down, I saw the little green-shirted bugger laughing at me. What Cheek. I adopted a stony expresssion and was so downright pissed. The mother could open her mouth to ask for the price of whatever it was that she buying, but she couldn't even say a sorry? Were her jaw muscles too burdened? So ugly of her.

And then, it happened again!!!

Was SO DAMN DOWNRIGHT KNACKING PISSED!!!

This time, the boys just stood there, smiling at me so cheekily!! They just drilled the car more into my heel , and the nonchalant mother just said,' boy, don't do..'

Am so pissed at the mother. But, I regained my composure and just walked out of the shop with my mother. These days, kids are too spoilt. (siggghhhhss....)

Anyway, I've got to end this post soon cos i've gotta go off. Time is behaving in a more surprising manner than before, rushing by...

I guess i've got no good fodder to blog about. So, why blog?

Bleahs...this is getting excruciatingly painful.

Let's ask some questions.