i've just finished the book Mr Maybe by Jane Green. I've just logged on to the net from my workplace again. i've just hung up with sulyn. i've just downed a bloody sinful bottle of Nutella. i've just gave the bloody woman who's been touching the accessories on display for the last 10minutes and not buying a fuck, a cold hard stare. i've just about bored you to death with my "i've justs". and i'm still bored to the core.
everyday's about waking up at the same fucking time, 9am(really, who gets up at that kinda time??!), getting dressed and rushing to work-where i completely rot myself sick here. sheesh, as can see, i dont have a bloody life now. i'm looking forward for school to re-open, where i can have more fun in school and enjoy learning stuff(haha.). ok, but first i've to look forward for registration date. fuck it.
ooh, luckily for me, i've super duper nice hong kong trip to look forward to-except that i'm going with my family, who are NOT the coolest people on earth to go travelling with!
let me explain, beginning with my dad, the worst of the group. he doesnt like to shop and he's afraid of eating anywhere else but restuarants when he's abroad. i hate it cos i'm a shopaholice-everyone knows that, and when's a trip good if you cant try the road-side delicacies(foodies, you'll get what i mean). plus, on top of that, my dad has got a guai pi(weird habit), he likes to wake us up in the middle of the night and order us to drink water and visit the toilet-even if we really dont have to go. really, it's like we're only 3-year-old. *roll my eyes* and he likes to wake up really early in the morning and announce that we all go for a walk and watch sunrise.
like the sun will be different in another part of the world??! and yes, he really likes to take walks in the hotel premises. he'd keep himself awake till late at night just to go for walks at the hotel.
so exciting!
next comes my mom, she's at least 1 quarter of the shopaholic that i'm. and i say 1 quarter, it's because she can be such a spoil sport at shopping. you go shopping and your eyes chance upon the most wonderful thing you've ever seen and it's on sale at a somewhat reasonable price(let's say a Prada bag at $120-which could have cost $300 in singapore), she'll walk over and tell you, "wah lao eh, so expensive! cannot buy."
see, you feel the whole bucket of cold water effect??
then my bro. ok, nothing much to say about him except for hte fact that we dont exactly click when we're outside together. he's so bloody paranoid of being paseh(embarrassed) when he's outside that he'll act all prime and proper and it can be so NOT fun, but he fails to see that the rubbish he throws onto his body which he calls them clothes is definitely more than paseh.
my sis is not going, so let's leave her out of this. =)
i really really wish to go a on a back packing trip one day, especially with my dear. it'll be so so great!! just like how shafik has described to us last night!! it's so fucking cool, he went back packing with his friends in malaysia and went all the way up to thailand or something?? and 4days for only less than 200bucks! lucky lucky shit, they're!
yes, so as i sat at the cafe last night listening to his stories, i really really want to organise some back packing trip soon! (interested parties, just gimme a call!!)
oh, so anyway, let's talk about the book i've read. Mr Maybe. Jane Green should be the next author i'm gonna fall head over heels with, just like Sophie Kinsela(mispelt)-except that she seems to be having a constipation with her books, i'm getting bored with waiting for the next book to come out! anyway, as i was saying, i'm surprised i didnt notice Jane Green any earlier. yes yes, this silly talk about authors is getting somewhat boring.
anyway, Green talks about this girl in her book(mind, it's far more interesting that what i'll be touching on). this girl has got a best friend whom they call each other every single day just to chat about almost anything. reading this book, it kind of makes me feel lonely and fuzzy inside. cos other than tk whom i love more than anyone else in my life(except my family), it so seems that i havent got much good friends, or a best friend whom i can call everyday, anytime just to talk about anything.
and there's this deep yearning in me for someone so dear. someone i can be there for, and someone whom can be here for me, someone-you know-other than my boyfriend.
i dont know what's wrong with me, but it just seems that no one can be particularly close with me. maybe it's my over-paranoia of losing a friend thus becoming more sticky and needy than i want to. i dont know, but sometimes i just cant help it. did i hear loser? yes yes, i do admit that i sometimes am pretty much of a loser. i spend staurday nights at home, sleeping or watching the telly instead of clubbing cos it's ladies' night. wtf.
sometimes i think too that, my parents' strict rules on me also kinda get into my way of several of my friendships. all those invitations to go out late at night went down the drain because i just know i wont be able to make it cos of my bloody parents' rules. and i thought things had been getting better recently. sigh. then they suddenly tighten their grip on me again. i'm probably their dog on a leash.
and the times i told myself that i'm happy to be alone and i want to be alone, by choice, just makes me fel so empty inside. ok, sometimes it's somewhat fulfilling that i'm determine enough to say i want just that and i spend a few days happily enjoy being by myself, except for tk's companionship. but this pessimistic me always,-and i mean always-have days when i feel sorry for myself and i'll just start to feeling empty and all that.
it's so crap, as tho i'm trapped in this cycle, unwilling to walk out.
sigh.
sigh.
anyway, for now-at least-i can tell myself that i'm pretty happy.
if people start making wishes for chinese new year as well, i'll let mine be that i'll be blessed with endless happiness and satisfaction.