oh yeah. 

i've moved! (somewhat)

i've started biggerbadder.blogspot.com as a site complementary to this one. i will put the majority of my essays/writings on that site, and consider bringing it over to this site and merging the two in the near future. check there for more frequent updates!

welcome to the blue room! 

my new book shelves 

my bed 

bedside 

bedside globes (time/date/temp) 

watson! 

blues and beige! (1) 

curtain! (2) 

completed paintjob! (3) 

second paint layer, protrusions, blue (1) 

second paint layer, protrusions, blue (2) 

second paint layer, protrusions, blue (3) 

painted ceiling (2) - light blue 

painted ceiling - i know, it's very light blue 

stripped walls (2) 

stripped walls 

extreme makeover.

on thursday, inspiration struck me like a brick out of the blue, blue sky. my brother's moved out to his own place, i thought, and his room is right there for the taking. nobody's going to stop me this time. whilst still buoyed by such thoughts, i knew i had to take action immediately. i rushed to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of coke and a glass, and then spent the rest of the afternoon watching dvds on my computer.

that's why i went to ikea on friday. my friend (the same guy from the last time! honest! no! we're not gay!) accompanied me because, like many of my other friends, he had nothing better to do anyway. ikea provided some nice ideas. joined hand-in-hand with my inspiration and hopefully, someone else's perspiration, it was a winning team in the making. i had a plan to modify my brother's room to turn it into something my mother would never accept - a room with a consistent, coherent theme.

so began my foray into the dark, dangerous world of interior decorating. all those bright hues and pastel colours - one can never be too safe in such places. the lighting, simple shelving, ornaments, seating and paint cost a total of 350 dollars. saturday night, i began work in the room, tearing down my brother's old decorations and preparing the walls for painting. i'm taking pictures of my project and i'll post them up here.

regular updates to my blog will continue once i'm done with this project. stuff like my story (at wit's end) will have to wait. apologies.

for who?

i was in town today, waiting on a friend (a guy! honest!) outside a jewellery shop. i was dressed well enough for the salesgirl to approach me and ask if i was interested in taking a look at some fine diamond rings that were on sale. seeing as how i had three minutes to pass before my friend's bus arrived, i decided to play along.

oh yes, please, i replied.

what kind of jewellery are you looking for, sir? she inquired, flashing a grin.

i pondered for a moment, smiled and replied, as politely as possible, i'm looking for a nice bracelet for my bitch.

reaching deep into her bag of professional courtesy, the salesgirl (with the lovely name claire) proceeded to completely ignore the latter half of my request. a nice bracelet, sir? she echoed. yes, we have those; this way please.

she led me further into the shop and just as we reached the display set, she turned around and sought to clarify my original request. is this for your girlfriend or maybe your wife, sir?

i corrected her. once again, as politely as possible.

for my bitch.

oh, she let slip. she turned away, half-turned back to me, hesitated and then walked around the display set, where she probably felt safer.

she remained silent for an awkward amount of time, so i made the first move. so what do you recommend for her?

she smiled, nervously. well i think these few pieces here may interest you. do you have any particular style in mind?

not really, she takes whatever i give her, so anything that looks good to me will do.

i couldn't tell if it was disgust or surprise that registered on her face.

she excused herself and walked over to a man whom i suspected to be the store manager. she talked to him briefly and then he came over and stood before me.

sir, sorry for the inconvenience, he started, but may i help you with your request? what is it that you would like?

a bracelet, i replied. he turned his head towards the salesgirl and gave her a puzzled look.

i leaned forward. for my bitch.

he turned back, startled. for who? he exclaimed.

my three minutes was up.

louder. for my bitch.

a pause. i smiled at the expression on his face.

my dog.