I think I'll manage; somehow.

I have a status to take care of. A ring to look for every night. Tiring, yes. Holding such big responsibility can make you wonder whether you have done the right thing. Sometimes, your mind keeps on telling that you need time to think. You feel restricted. Every day; every single moment, you have to mind your steps. You can't stop thinking whether you have done anything wrong during the day when you start to lie on your bed every night before you get to sleep. Again; tiring, yes. But I'm happy. The ring may make me feel uneasy most of the time, but I know I can always look for my drug.

The type that I'll look for every night
in order to help myself in getting a dose of beauty sleep.
The type that heals all my pain until there are no scars left.

That's why, I think I'll manage; somehow... to take care of the ring.

I have an extraordinary daughter.

That's what my mom says when I came back from Jusco last Sunday. In case if you wonder, the story should go like this...

Mom:  Angah tak nak ke pergi klinik Dr. Sudha tu? Mak tengok mcm dah makin teruk tu.
Me   :  Hmm... Mesti ke?
Mom:  Nak ke nnt kalau teruk sampai dah tak boleh nak rawat?
Me   :  Err... Mmg taknak.
Mom:  Dah tu? Mak tgk ramai kawan2 mak pegi specialist tu. Diorang dah makin sihat dah sekarang.
Me   :  Angah bukan aper... Tak suka nanti dy masukkan kamera dalam badan.
Mom:  Yeke?
Me   :  Iye la. Tp xpela... Nanti angah pegi.. tp dengan satu syarat...
Mom:  Ape?
Me   :  Kasut tinggi satu... *with a big grin*

My mom had to agree since she had been asking me to meet the doctor for months and this is the first time I  say 'yes'. Its not that I want to disobey her but I really don't like walking into a clinic... especially with the facts that they will put a camera in me... that's why I had to ask for something and make it as a reason for me to go there..

Then the story goes with my dad gave me some money to buy the high heels... Amazingly, I spent each and every cent until there's nothing left. See? I'm a shopaholic.. T-T  ...What makes it worse is that... I came back with a jacket and a purse but not a pair of high heels. Luckily my dad didn't ask me the price of the purse and the jacket...

I think, if I had to collect all the receipt and calculate all their money that I had spent during this mid-semester break... They may faint when they know the sum. Just imagine,

- a SODA jacket
- a Carlo Rino purse
- a Giordano cardigan
- and a Giordano jeans
- a pair of high heels from Red Modani
- a Swiss Polo handbag
- a top from Shop-a-Lot

and not to mention, some other minor things also... I had books 'to buy' in my mind but I think I should just let it stay in my mind only. So now, how to pack all these things in my bags?

p/s: I think I'll also faint when I know the sum.. haish.. what a great money-waste(r)..

life is full with great things :)

Tau tak ape perkara paling heaven yg boleh buat bile balik hometown?

Hahahahaha ! Shopping ! 

Giler... addiction semakin bertambah !

Bahaye kan?

p/s: I'm officially engaged on 1.1.11 haritu. Just click here to read the story. :)