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Reaching home when the sun is still up during weekdays and stuffing tissue papers up my nose now is so not me. Im down with a freaking flu and fever and i abhor it. I can still remember me getting sick during last regatta, not for this regatta please. Am so used to having late trainings and spending time with the girls after that and i don't feel the bit at ease when i don't attend trainings. It is inevitable to feel this way after being immuned to it for almost 3 years and it sure did pass at the blink of an eye. Yes... i am the kind who indulge in reminiscence whether or not it is worth recalling.

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Lately, i lost count on how much i actually pour out to my insatiable hunger for clothes, accessories and food. You can't blame me for all these because ultimately i am a typical female and what typical females do is to spend, spend and spend. However, i don't deny i spend on impulse. And beacause of these, my wardrobe are constantly filled with piled-up clothes. Not to mention my cousin's wardrobe with 10 times the amount of clothes i have and she's always having a hard time digging for her clothes until she decided to just take whatever that are visible within her sight. I aspire to be an heiress (unless my grandpa dies and will all his assets to my dad, his eldest son, which i deem is so impossible), even if so, his fortunes may just left me to be a temporary heiress. The most practical way is to find a loaded boyfriend who is capable of providing me with anything but it usually comes with a price - ugly+loaded or suave+poverty or average+average...i would prefer the 3rd - the boyfriend. What more can i ask for with the boyfriend.

Partners for Lifetime maybe?

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More canto vcds please and i am a sucker for love dovey shows when the boyfriend doesn't. The ironic thing about me is i love watching horror shows but at the same time, my heart will be pounding so fast, squinting my eyes while trying to get a glimpse of the horror scene even though i am feeling afraid or grabbing onto the boyfriend if he's beside me, if not, a pillow. Anyone who shares the same sentiment as me? And the boyfriend would always go "Scared, still want to see!" For a couple of times, i would do a sudden tug at his arm (all thanks to the surround system) and he would just get shocked even before the hooror scene is out. And i would always tease him about it because he always claimed horror shows are nothing to him except for 'The Shutter'.

The boyfriend text me, nothing much... just bruises everywhere. 1 day down. 9 more days to go... am waiting patiently. I am excited for that day to come, to see him botak.