Finally finished cleaning and tidying up my upside-down pad. My apartment is now pristine *wink* What's left are the clean laundry that needs to be folded or hung, as well as to remove those clothes that I've not worn for more than six months. I need more space for my new clothes, especially those from Brisbane.
Blown half a grand at Zomp Shoez last week, I know I'm beyond repair. The only thing that will help in my disastrous bank account balance is for me to win the Tattslotto. Jessie is bad, but I love shopping with her, quick and precise.
I'm counting my days till I go home, I'm unwilling to leave, as always. There are some unresolved business for me to deal with in Melbourne. I know I am going to miss Melbourne. It also doesn't need a clairvoyant to tell me that I will be unwilling to leave KL once I'm home. These two cities mean just so much to me.
I've bumped in to the Neighbour this evening when I was heading out, when I was least prepared. He looked well, I uncannily lost my words. Finally heard from the Big One, he sent me a long awaited sms, and a phone call much later. Honestly, I don't know should I be happy or otherwise, I'm starting to get sick of these. I'm sick of waiting, and waiting, and when I finally start to move on and my mind start to have fresh thoughts that keep my mind occupied... Bang!! My phone rings.
Is this suppose to be a joke or what?