I've lost the best pair of spectacles I've ever had in my entire life.

Whoooop-dee-dooo, yah?

My beautiful black frames with black and white sides. The perfect balance between funky and nerdy and whatever's not good in excess quantities. Some ah pek is probably wearing them now, scratching his arse to some cha-cha beat.

Sigh.

See, I was staying over at my sister's flat in chong pang last saturday. Sunday morning, we went down for breakfast, and I was having my itty bity nephew(the chubbiest little backside ever!!) on my hips and since my glasses were at such easy reach for him, I stuffed them into my pocket. After breakfast, we made our way to the barbershop to have Appu's hair cut. I wanted to see the whole process of it and felt myself for my trustly spectacles only to, ofcos, not find it.

My sister did a back-track of sorts with me thru the hawker centre and market. I asked the weird deaf-mute cleaner lady and the ppl at the drinks stall. I looked up to the skies and asked god to give me a sign as to where the fark my glasses were.

I got nothing, ofcos. Except for weird stares from middle-aged indian women.

I'll be getting a new pair in a month or 2. I might be able to afford them sooner, but don't want to. I'm absolutely fine wearing my contacts.

Ah, my eyes ache and I want these damn semi-circular plastic shits off my eyeballs!!!

Gotta be up at 8am. Jogging! Hope my trainers don't stink.

Less than 2 weeks to The Party now.

*beams*