Currently listening to: Theme from Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence-Ryuichi Sakamoto

So I went out for lunch with couz. Talked quite a bit over lunch. Then we were deciding where to go. Being the ever "anything" person, I found it difficult in deciding which to choose. So I said "anything" since everything sounded fine. Couz made a remark that made me think. She said that I didn't always used to be like this, at least not back in school.

I think I have written about this somewhere, not sure where. Some entry about becoming someone who doesn't choose anymore. Because I no longer bother about choosing since I mostly land up with things I didn't choose in the first place. However, I'm sure I still have my own stand on some issues. Just some. Most of the time, I guess I just irritate people when they ask me to choose. Because I just choose "anything". Anything doesn't mean anything.

So we went off to the arts house thinking we could catch "Vagina Monologues". When we reached, we were told that it was sold out. Quite disappointing but I'm quite sure we can catch it some other time when it's on again.

So we went off to Asian Civilization Museum, which was what we originally planned on doing anyway. Am quite impressed by the place. It took us quite some time (many interesting exhibits on Asia) before we got to the Ottoman exhibition. I learned quite a few new things today! Going to museums is more interesting than I thought. Heh.

Glad that we both enjoyed today's outing. Looking forward to our next!

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After we parted, I was thinking of what to do. Sat at a bench at citylink, resting my feet and people watching. Walked to HMV after that. Today, I heard three versions of this song. When I was at HMV, I heard Maksim's and Duel's versions. Came home and listened to Ryuichi Sakamoto's version. Then I realised it sounded really familiar. Stupid me has it on a cd I bought. But that cd version is called "Forbidden colours" and it has a male singer actually singing something while the other versions are purely instrumental.

After going to HMV, I finally decided to cut my hair and went down to Chinatown. When I got there, I could only watch my hairdresser from a distance. "Closed" tag on the door. Hairdresser counting earnings for the day. Felt kinda lousy. Had lousy MacDonald's for dinner at close to 9 p.m. where I had to wait for this stupid woman asking for this and that from the poor counter staff. I think the other counter staff could sense my exasperation and hinted to her to quickly serve me 'cos other people were standing beside me. Thanks. I was rather happy with your service.

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I hate people lying to me. Or that you tell me bullshit. I would rather that you tell me everything rather than nothing at all. I give up.