Cold turkey: Last day

Happy Birthday to Fel. Thanks for your friendship all these years, and I hope you found dinner alright yesterday.

I'm uber apologetic for almost ruining everyone's night. I'm susceptible to pressure and baseless superstition, so that probably resulted in my skeptical behavior. But if your sandals give up on you halfway through your journey to the mall and misplace your water bottle all within that short time frame, you would probably be as frustrated as I was. It is going to be a week full of emotional turmoil, so I couldn't help but think that all this is bad karma accumulated from the past. Thanks, to you all, for proving this wrong. Eventually, although I had to discard my sandals, I recovered my bottle (it was sitting pretty at the cashier's as though it was some free gift with an album purchase).

I gravitated towards the Sony Gallery to catch a glimpse of the PSP for the second time in a week. I couldn't help it; it was in an irresistable hue of pink which will make any girl squirm with envy. But I'm still hesitating; I wanted it to be an emblem of my triumph over the A Levels, so I'm holding my possession of the PSP until after I receive my results. It might very well become a reward if I actually did well.

My wallet didn't let out a high-pitched scream when I picked up TANK's second album Keep Fighting from the CD shop, simply because it was worth every single cent. 11 brilliantly-engineered songs, a bonus DVD, as well as a demo CD with raw versions of selected tracks. Okay, I sound every bit the kiasu (afraid to lose out) music junkie, but with such great vocals and lyrics fused into so many tracks, I'm blessed to have grabbed the last copy of this CD from the shelf (it's the last piece, the lady told me reluctantly). I've heard much about this guy's ability to craft melodies and deliver them with such ease, and I finally caught his entire production. I admit, I didn't buy his first album, because I'm always unsure of newbies in the Chinese music industry. Thank God, TANK didn't fade away after his first album Fighting, but, interestingly, continued to fight for leg space in this man-eating arena. His fast numbers were bursting with adrenaline, while his slow tracks captivated the hearts of many. Good pick-me-up for a dreary day, just like today.