I call myself a Certified Holiday Addict.
I want to go to Queenstown next month, but the double digit in my bank account doesn't allow me to. I'm getting desperate. Funny ideas are popping out of my mind. Snap it, quick! But some are not too bad of an idea.
I've fees to settle.
I've rent to pay for.
I've text books to purchase (oh no, I forgot! What can I do now?)
I've catch up to do tomorrow.
I've a dinner with a friend on Thursday (I'm ecstatic about this one, don't ask why).
I've 'farewell' parties to attend to on Friday.
I've classes to attend to four days a week.
I've applied for a casual job at Mimco today (wonder if there's vacancy).
I've unpacking to do.
I've laundry to do, jeezzz...
I've cleaning up at home.
I've bills to pay.
I've been straying online too much.
I've been told that my blogs are too long, he prefers more pictures. But I've also told him that I prefer to write in long inarticulate sentences. I've been enjoying my rambling. I've chose to stick to it for now, at least.
I've got a craving for Sashimi.
I've been planning for another holiday even before Noosa.
I've a great intention of going to Queenstown with June & co. but...
I've an aching right shoulder now.
I've been thinking of someone for almost half of the time while I'm awake.
I've spoken to my dad today, pohpoh is in the hospital. Get well soon, I really don't know what can I do right now.
I've to go to bed now, I've got a half-closed eyes.