if (shopping(“me”)==true)

public class watashi
{
private String name;

//shopping = a method used in Life()
public void shopping(String s)
 {
try
        {
                 name = s;
                 if(!name.equals(“me”))
                 {System.out.println(“So where did you go?”);}
       }
catch (Exception e)
    {
        if (name.equals(“me”))
        {
            System.out.println(“Wait a minute….”);
            System.out.println(“What’s happening to me?”);
            resumeLife();
       }
    }
 }

//assume method Life() here

}

or so the internal working goes. Time to re-code that.

AAGH I can’t believe I’m thinking of Java now. *knocks self in the head* I will have to continue coding like these for another 13 weeks running once uni starts and I’m already thinking about it now?!! @__@ I can’t bloody believe I’m thinking of Java in the middle of my holidays. Someone please hit me if you see me whenever/wherever you see me and remind me not to think about it. Yet. *siiiiiiiiiigh*

For someone who doesn’t go shopping as a norm when I visit malls (Yes cw, go ahead and add it to your reasons of why I’m weird. Let’s see, I’ll usually go to the bookstore, have lunch/dinner depending on the time, stroll aimlessly – for this I need my iPod, observe trends i.e. window shopping, watch a movie, grocery shopping…everything else but clothes shopping) Tuesday was different all right. My aunt called me out saying “we’ll go to places where you usually don’t go when you come to malls.” (Not her exact words, of course, but to that effect.) Saw Jien (yeah yeah, that Malaysian Idol host) and that guy almost talks like a true blue foreigner, maybe that’s what hosting does to your slang.

I don’t know, when my aunt brings me out and buys me stuff like this I have a tendency to feel guilty for whatever reason (maybe I feel like I’m freeloading, or afraid that my mom will kill me thinking I make my aunt spend so much or whatever it is). I mean, we enter all the shops like Nafnaf, Zara, Miss Selfridge, Topshop, Warehouse actually intending to buy stuff (even if we don’t in the end, but hey it’s the intention that counts..now wait, that doesn’t fit…) and I can only dream of actually buying stuff from these kind of shops (and finding outfits that fit too >_> go ahead, laugh) with my own money.

Don’t get me wrong though, I truly and really enjoyed it. Now why don’t I do that with my mom? I don’t know, maybe it’s her assertive manner that makes me feel that I don’t have much of a choice, so I prefer to go with anyone else but.

Lessons learnt:

• Now I know why shopping makes girls so tired. I really do.


• If I ever have a boyfriend / husband / male counterpart / slave / whatever it is you term these people I will not make him go shopping with me. Ever. Cause I know how much you hate it.