Starting around this time of year, and for about three months, I dress based on the temperature outside instead of my mood. It’s stifling to be unable to express myself in that way. I hate being a slave to the weather.

Over the weekend I bought a dress shirt (with the little plastic insert things that keep the collar straight), a silk tie, and a pair of Quicksilver boardies. I’ve been buying more than I should. I keep calculating the price of things in terms of number of work hours.

Hee hee.

I’ve been wanting to dye my hair for more than a year now, but never dared to since there may have been potential job interviews. I got the ok from my boss today, got a second opinion from Trolley, and have decided to get my hair dyed. If everything works out, it’ll be a solid colour, either silver grey or fire red by tomorrow.

I went to buy some wristbands, because rule number 3.4.4.1.2 of the 2004 ITTF Handbook basically states that people can only towel off once or twice a game. I look around for some Adidas wrist bands, since I usually play in Adidas trunks, but unfortunately, every place I look either has no Adidas wristbands, or they have the Adidas non-racquet-sport wristbands, the ones that are twice as long and constrict the wrist. There was a set that was some brand I never heard of, but it was half price and the logo looked like the skip button on an MP3 player so I decided to buy it anyway. Turns out that this brand is actually Karl Kani, a brand name in urban fashion.

Let me back things up for a second here.

I’m pure Chinese by blood, raised in a neighbourhood of subtle families who paid off their mortgages, bought mini-vans to drive all their kids to hockey practice, and spent the weekends planting new sets of flowers in their gardens. I went to a high school for the sons of rich couples and government officials. MY FREAKIN NAME IS JEFF. I’m probably the last person who should be wearing “urban fashion”.

So yeah.

wut wut.