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I've made out a rough plan for my Europe trip over summer (Oz winter)
KL --> London --> Paris --> Italy (Florence, Milan, Rome, Venice) --> Greek island of Amargos --> Prague --> Amsterdam --> London --> KL
...all in the span of three weeks. I think my plans might be a little over ambitious but we'll see. I'm just going to go with the flow. It's such a pity I can't extend the duration of my stay because I have to be back in Melbourne for the graduation ceremony. I don't even want to go to the damn ceremony...but *ah well*...gotta do it for the parents.
I'm finding it so hard to save for Europe. A job at retail outlet (I don't even know how much I am being paid, must give HR guy a call this week) and another job as door bitch on Friday nights at Amber Lounge means increased income...however, I have debts to pay and it doesn't help that I am lusting over the CD Dior Girly Handheld in Pink logo canvas (yes, it's been out for a while but I put off the purchase in order to see Am. It's just so damn cute...I must own it!!) and the Dior Star Bolster bag and the Fendi Calfskin Smile bag AND the Marc Jacobs New Tote... a pair of Citizens of Humanity jeans...*huuuuuummmmmmm*....must restraint myself. *save for europe* *save for europe*...shop there instead... *ARGH*...I am going to put a chain around my bank account and hide the key. At the moment, I can't even fucking afford a cab ride down to the city let alone the coveted items. (Trish, if you read this...I TOTALLY understand where you're coming from)
I have come to realise (after watching Love Actually...*sigh* the power of movies) that sometimes, it's really not what is said and told but what is shown that matters. Being naturally inquisitive and obsessive about detail (to certain things) has meant that most of the time, I need to KNOW and the most obvious way is to be told but I'm starting to find that spoken words are losing their meaning. On the other hand, I have become a lot more reserved in my show of emotion. It's as though we are sub-consciously playing the games we once vowed not to. It's all becoming a little too 'I'll show you mine, if you show me yours'...what in the world happened to acting on impulse? Apparently, I've changed.
I feel really awful for taking my sister and friends for granted lately. I want to be there for them but I'm being somewhat reclusive of late...perhaps, it is in preperation for the three weeks I will be spending travelling alone. Or perhaps, it is the stress of having to deal with AT's presence in the country...thank goodness, it's settled and we're both calm now.
House mate And got into a fight because he was trying to stop one a couple days back. He's being baby-ied by us and thoroughly enjoying the attention but I still want to beat down the guy who threw the punches...now if only I was 8 inches taller and 50 kg heavier...one hell of a scary sight but definietly a secure size. A said, "Thank goodness you're not male"...I agree...my face would be perpetually deformed otherwise.
Time to sleep on freshly cleaned sheets...*ahhh*...
KL --> London --> Paris --> Italy (Florence, Milan, Rome, Venice) --> Greek island of Amargos --> Prague --> Amsterdam --> London --> KL
...all in the span of three weeks. I think my plans might be a little over ambitious but we'll see. I'm just going to go with the flow. It's such a pity I can't extend the duration of my stay because I have to be back in Melbourne for the graduation ceremony. I don't even want to go to the damn ceremony...but *ah well*...gotta do it for the parents.
I'm finding it so hard to save for Europe. A job at retail outlet (I don't even know how much I am being paid, must give HR guy a call this week) and another job as door bitch on Friday nights at Amber Lounge means increased income...however, I have debts to pay and it doesn't help that I am lusting over the CD Dior Girly Handheld in Pink logo canvas (yes, it's been out for a while but I put off the purchase in order to see Am. It's just so damn cute...I must own it!!) and the Dior Star Bolster bag and the Fendi Calfskin Smile bag AND the Marc Jacobs New Tote... a pair of Citizens of Humanity jeans...*huuuuuummmmmmm*....must restraint myself. *save for europe* *save for europe*...shop there instead... *ARGH*...I am going to put a chain around my bank account and hide the key. At the moment, I can't even fucking afford a cab ride down to the city let alone the coveted items. (Trish, if you read this...I TOTALLY understand where you're coming from)
I have come to realise (after watching Love Actually...*sigh* the power of movies) that sometimes, it's really not what is said and told but what is shown that matters. Being naturally inquisitive and obsessive about detail (to certain things) has meant that most of the time, I need to KNOW and the most obvious way is to be told but I'm starting to find that spoken words are losing their meaning. On the other hand, I have become a lot more reserved in my show of emotion. It's as though we are sub-consciously playing the games we once vowed not to. It's all becoming a little too 'I'll show you mine, if you show me yours'...what in the world happened to acting on impulse? Apparently, I've changed.
I feel really awful for taking my sister and friends for granted lately. I want to be there for them but I'm being somewhat reclusive of late...perhaps, it is in preperation for the three weeks I will be spending travelling alone. Or perhaps, it is the stress of having to deal with AT's presence in the country...thank goodness, it's settled and we're both calm now.
House mate And got into a fight because he was trying to stop one a couple days back. He's being baby-ied by us and thoroughly enjoying the attention but I still want to beat down the guy who threw the punches...now if only I was 8 inches taller and 50 kg heavier...one hell of a scary sight but definietly a secure size. A said, "Thank goodness you're not male"...I agree...my face would be perpetually deformed otherwise.
Time to sleep on freshly cleaned sheets...*ahhh*...