Shopping. I dislike this side of me, but I can't deny the joy, the satisfaction when I finally snagged those things that I fear I may not see again of I didn't get it this time around. And so I decide I am in a love-hate relationship with shopping.
Don't get me wrong, I'm no shopaholic. I am the most karit person ever, after my Malaysian roommate. But seasons change, and my wardrobe...well, let's just say there is not enough T-shirts to last me one week without me looking like I had it on yesterday.
My dress collection is definitely on the rise, that is for sure. So is my makeup kit but that is all. Let me wallow myself in self-denial for a while, if you please.
Lately when I called home I don't know what to say to my parents.
It's not that I don't miss them, but I've just run out of interesting topics to talk on about. My daddy don't want to know anything about the guy I am having a crush on. I don't want to talk about the state of my finance with my mom. The Berlin trip is not near enough to be excited about yet, and I can't ask about my sister's school work because she is, uh, not OK at the moment. As for my dearest little brother, well, he have a MP4 player to keep him busy.
The temperature here currently is 21°C, and it's killing me. I probably will die when I got back to Brunei.
I want to eat fried mee hoon with sotong. And steamed fish. Arrgghh I even dreamt about it last night, la desesperada. You know those frustrating dreams when something is going to happen and you wake up? Well, I was about to eat the fried mee hoon (sotong, sotong) when my alarm Don't Phunk With My Heart pulled me away from dreamland. Anime style noooo with tears trailing in front of me.
