FYI, I DIY-ed

Now boys and girls, this is how u save money and still be able to own a new pair of funky working shoes.

My new job requires me to have black shoes on, and my only durable black pair is my Crocs Prima, but it’s still not comfy enough for me to last the day standing and walking in it. So I’ve decided to get a new pair that I could avoid going home with swelled up feet and dislocated toes. However, when I went to Kmart with Huey Chi, the only ‘comfy’ black canvas shoes that we found (in the kids department…) was 25bux and it wasn’t even nice.

I wouldn’t wanna spend 25bux on something ugly and will be roughly used to step on stuff that’s fallen off sandwiches. So… we drove around the corner to a hardware store, and I bought a can of spray paint for $4.50. It was on specials. FYI, one has to be over 18 to buy spray paint. (No wonder they’ve such cool graffiti around… they’re not done by kids)

Yesterday evening, I took my old pair of Adidas, which has served me well for 4 years, out to my backyard with a wide grin, shaking the can vigorously (as stated in the instructions).

It took me awhile to get the cap opened as my heart pumped its way in excitement. I protected the brick-tiled floor with my old assignment sheets, laid the shoe on them and stuffed more ex-assignments inside to protect the inner fabric.

Once the spraying started, I took off and flew like a pro. A spray paint pro. Moving my way along the hinges, curves and grids. My white Adidas with pink stripes turned black and shinny within minutes! Ho ho ho, I had so much fun!

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And for the shoelace, I didn’t think that spray painting it would work cuz it may crack when dried. Then a brilliant idea fell from the sky. I shall dye it with the Chinese calligraphy ink which Tim gave me in my 2nd year that was supposed to be used in Easter Camp but the plans changed and it has been sitting in my cupboard (and followed me all the way from my 1st home to now my 3rd) since! Man, I’m a genius! See, it’s good to keep junk. But then again, this is not junk. It’s something from Tim! ... just... totally useless. Not until now. Muahahah…

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There, my brand new shinny black shoes which I like a lot! And its comfy too! I could work all day in those funky new shoes. I’m so proud of myself.

Not a weak week

I got a second job which starts at 7-freakin’-am for 4 days a week.

I had to fill in 2 extra days for my current job and my feet hurt.

The station had a paid paneling job offered which involved training times at the oddest hours.

I embarrassed myself by crying in front of a crowd but I got to say a prayer for my dearest friend.

I had to wait on the phone super long to get to a real-life person talking to me about driver’s license in WA, who was very helpful.

A friend from Perth is visiting Adelaide for a few days and Tim only told me yesterday while I was half asleep, so can’t really meet up.

I was asked to help out on stuff at OCF but I’ll be very late for it, so I had to say no.

I’ve no time to buy black shoes but I’ve a brilliant idea which involves my old pair of shoes and a can of spray paint. Tell u more about it next time.

For now, my tornado-stricken room needs some attention.

OCF 50th Convention

Wish I can blow this picture up full size. The hype is happening!

Rawrrrr!!!

Overseas Christian Fellowship's 50th Convention's Official site

focus Jez!!!

About the rubbing-of-vicks-on soles-of-feet-b4-sleeping idea from mom. Amazingly… it worked! I’m not coughing like an off-wired machinegun now! U can say it might be psychological or it’s coincidental, but hey… I’m not complaining. I can sing now!!! Yee harrrr~

Yee Har sounds like a Chinese name. If there’s another cousin in my family, she might be called that. It only can be a ‘she’ cuz my girl cousins from my dad’s side has a ‘yee’ or a ‘ee’ in their Chinese names.

Chan Yee Har. Hahha, that’ll be awfully sad for the kid, and awfully entertaining for the rest of us.

I met a very entertaining little girl last night. Esther’s baby sis, Elise. She told me about the animals she saw that day.

E: “You know… I saw this horse! And it was very very very still!!”

J: “Oh, maybe it was sleeping?”

E: “No… because it was a statue…”

J: “…”

Back to the vick’s theory, I still can’t grasp the logic behind it. Someone said it’s to remove the ‘wind’. I only know of 2 ways to do that… u fart or u burp. But what has coughing gotta do with releasing of wind?

Speaking of which… I was glancing through my old blog posts to see how I’ve changed *cough* not at all*cough* … and I mentioned that you need to fart consistently for 6 years and 9 months to produce enough gas to create the energy of an atomic bomb (I got it from an email from Kim Yang and I posted it at 8.31pm, Friday, January 5, 2007.)

If you have a blog, go read through ur old posts. You’ll never realize how strange and peculiar you were before, and how you still are unusually quaint.

Just like… now… I am aware that I changed so many topics already from one vick’s story.

And what was I doing again? Oh yes, folding my washed laundry.

*cough* ahem * cough*

There is a time to speak and a time to shut up. There is a time to keep pushing on and a time to rest. There is a time to blog and a time to realize that u’ve not been blogging for way too long that u no longer got the groove anymore.

Yes it has been awhile and I apologize to my congested pool of thoughts that are bursting to express themselves. I’ve been wanting to write about so many things but my lazy side victoriously conquered the flesh and made me succumb to procrastination.

Uncountable bloggable things have happened since the last time I blogged, and it’ll be impossible to do a recount. Hence, I shall talk about the most recent.

Dry cough.

Though I had 2 sleepless nights caused by sudden coughing frenzy, my weird dreams remained. This time, it’s not the artsy kind of weird. It’s the déjà vu kinda weird. I’ll think that I’m awfully forgetful, but in actual fact, I’ve already done it … in my dreams! It’s not an excuse. But it’s a sympathetic explanation of me not doing things that I’m supposed to, cuz my brain tells me that I did it already (but it only happened in my dreamsss). Gosh… I’m such a complicated being.

Since my unremitting cough, I could feel that my abs are toning up…. Hmmm, maybe this is a good way to shape up =p Who needs to pay for monthly gym fees if you could just catch yourself a cough bug and start working out every where you go! Woohooo~

It’s not a good idea to hold your pee and keep coughing at the same time. Enough said.

The ironically guilty yet fun part of having a bad cough is when I unintentionally passed the vicious germs to someone else. Gives me the secretive feeling that I’m not alone in this… =p even for the one who got my germs through the phone, hahaha… so what if u’re in another state? Cant run too far from me! Muahahah… though the germs were of another sort… but still! Muahahahh!

I need phlegm. Hurts to cough nothing out, and it makes my voice even huskier than the usual. Oh well, there’s also a time to be sexily husky I guess.

Mom told me the weirdest remedy for dry cough: rub some vicks vapour rub thingy on the soles of my feet and wear socks to sleep. Have not tried it out yet… got no vicks. She tried it on dad and apparently it worked. Right mom?

The amount of honey and lemon drinks that I’ve had in my past 22 years of my life cannot be compared to the amount I had this week. Oh honey *ba ba ba ba ba baa* oh lemon lemon *ba ba ba ba ba baa*

There’s a time to fall sick, and a time to get well. Time to get well now.