yesterday, i purchased loreal nutri-gloss shampoo and conditioner. 
that, of course wasn't my initial intention. i took a cab to this god forsaken shopping 
centre to purchase a rather delicious banana pie, but they apparently bake it after 2 pm. having problems with patience, i thought i'd take a look around before making an exit. apparently most of the stores aren't opened at 12 pm. it was endless rows of house-help agencies, and i saw one of the help being reprimanded by one of the agents there. this is of course beased on the preseumption i could deduce by the body language that were exchanged, and me witnessing the process for less than a minute might not guarantee its credibility. i pass by this quaint beauty shop, which seemed to be packed to its limits with products, and i decided to have a little go with the nutri-gloss. my hair is hardly cashmere soft as it promised, but the beautiful advert with letitia casta kept playing in my head and i could not resist having her head of hair, despite knowing fully that she must have had a team of hairstylist working on that perfectly shiney, coiffed hair of hers in that advert.

damn that letitia casta!