To paraphrase in a nutshell...

Ashy Tong says that men should buy branded bags for girlfriends (or wife-to-be, in his case).

Yay for reasonable people!

In other news, I found the P-E-R-F-E-C-T dress to Ashy Tong's wedding, but I am damn sian that I cannot zip at the chest area. Sibeh sian. I swear I will lose weight and go back by end Aug (that's when my 4 x $10 vouchers expire) to get the dress.

Even if it's back to Re-til.

*determined*

Broke the news

Last night I told my family about me going over to Sydney next year for a couple of years.

蝉翼

凡是不要太在意。

问心无愧就好。

Hmmmsie

Mushy entry ahead.

Been reading a few Kinsella books. Got them at a big discount from Carrefour. (On this note, I am trying to locate the elusive original copy of Shopaholic. Apparently current island-wide copies are with Isla Fisher on the cover, and it offensively clashes with the rest of the Shopaholic series I recently acquired.)

Anyway. To go abruptly into the point.

All these years, each time I read a romance novel (I don't intentionally buy.. sometimes people give recycled presents mah) or a romcom chicklit (these I buy and collect), I will conjure images in my head while the book goes along. A big part of this conjuring of course involves how the main guy lead looks like, and me and him doing all those fuzzy things in the book like strolling hand in hand down a flea market in cool London summer while he buys me all sorts of expensive bags while sipping champagne etc.

The appearance and image of my McDreamy doesn't skew too much over the years.. though almost always certain small features change, but more or less it's the same. Even when I was attached those couple of times, this McDreamy is always this "same person" in my imagination; never the ATM bfs.

And then I got with K. From then on, each time my mind conjures something while reading a romcom, well, it's been K's face since.

Dunno if it'll jinx anything by saying this out, but I am kinda convinced that this "replacement" probably says something.

Kinda fuzzy, if it really works out, that is.

I'll be my own romcom lead.

很累

突然又说不能来了。

这样忽上忽下的心情很累人。

有希望来干屁？

希望越大，失望越大。

这句话比珍珠还真。

我已经没有钱飞了。

不能来也就算了。

Heetheheehaw

Bu zhi bu jue it is already Friday.. which means I'll be home in twoooo days.

Past few days routine didn't deviate much from this:

Wake up at 7.30am when his alarm goes off, drift back to sleep while he washes up, mong mong long long when he comes back into the room and potters about, pop a kiss on whichever visible spot on my face (cold so hide in quilt mah) and goes off to work, drift back to sleep, wake up at around 10am, switch on computer, load Shuang Zi Xing on Tudou, wash up, come back watch loaded video, finish watching then Twitter and FB and Gmail and work emails, go Bondi/Myer/city to shop or meet friends for lunch, shop somemore till he finishes work, have dinner in the city, come back, wash up, sleep.

Cooked only once (absolutely no fault of K's but his housemate is seriously, seriously, seriously not very gan jing - once again, I am very very messy but I am never, ever bu gan jing) because while cooking I had to kill FOUR BABY ROACHES and I feel like throwing up while typing that word. Disgusting muthafuckers. I refuse to cook again. He's slated to move out a week after I leave, and I have already told Monkey that my present for him this Xmas is to hire those professional cleaners and they are so gonna come and steam everydamnthing in the apartment and I will PAY for it.

I am very upset that my poor baby has had to live with him for the past year. Poor dude washes the toilet everyfuckingtime. I daresay in the past year, the housemate never ever washed the toilet. Not a single time. And if poor Monkey was busy with work and honestly has no time to wash for a month (studying for CFA kelian), HE ALSO LEAVES THE TOILET LIKE THAT LOR. My kelian Mobkey has to wash it cos he cannot stand the toilet dirty also. Shall not even kill you with the whole spaghetti sauce story again.

Actually the rental lease for the apartment is up.. but the whole thing is very chicken and egg cos it makes no sense for him to move into a nicer apartment cos it will cost more and I still cannot come over. I honestly don't mind this apartment although it's old.. cos the apartment is really not bad and the location is damn strategic. I am willing to compromise the "nicety" of the apt for the location lor. But still.. until that dude leaves and I steam the apartment, I really cannot =(

But Monkey has promised me that once I'm ready to come over "for good" (a couple of years or so), we'd get a nicer apartment. I've always bugged him to get an apartment that can *teeet* one.. ie use keycards to beep come in lah which means it's new apartment. Now we're still using old-fashion gigantic key to open the security door.

I think I will make a very very good homemaker because I need everything to be the way I like it, so even if you throw clothes around I will probably nag die you but still pack it up and away from public sight. But how come my room always so messy ah?

Changing the topic abruptly, you know how people like Lala literally zou zai chao liu de jian duan? I think I am so fashion-retarded, I trail so far behind I cannot even smell the PI of current fads. Dunno leh. Whenever there is something oh-so-fashionable at that point, I auto shut down/off because I don't want to wear what everyone is wearing at that moment. Even if I end up buying it it's because I walked past and like it so bought it.. not that much of intentionally getting something cos it's hot ATM. Somemore I not sensitive like Lala who sniffs out all the upcoming fads and launch into it before the rest of the world does. So I wait till the craze is over before I start to fall in like with it lor. But by then the fad is over anyway.

Anyway what I'm saying is, I just bought a pair of Oxford-esque inspired boots and I really like it! Heh heh.