a mark of history...

i have always wanted to have a journal or diary where i can pen down my thoughts and opinions, where in the future, my children and their children and their children and so on, can have a read. i'd often scribble on pieces of papers i can catch hold off and then lose them eventually. i hope the excitement of a new blog dont get into me for too long such that i go on and on and when i look back one day, tis blog is nothing but jus a diary of eat, sleep, shopping, and more boring stuff.

i was greeted by a fabulous full-arc rainbow right before my bedroom's window tis morning. isnt that a beautiful and rare sight in singapore where rainbows and beautiful sunrise and sunsets were blocked by numerous high rise buildings every here and there? the rain's been coming and going and i m alternating between going out? and staying home?. if the rain decide to plague me in the next half an hour or so, i shall welcome increasing astimatigism in both my eyes since i'm likely to stare at the computer surfing the internet for the rest of the day.

do u all (both guys and gals, old and young) agree that shopping is a built-in gene in gals? we enjoy all kinds of shopping: window, grocery, real buying, helping friends choose their prom or D&D dresses,etc. OMG, how much have i spent in the last month eversince i officially graduated from uni? maybe i had too much time on my hands or maybe i should blame flowerpod, MUA, cozycot or maybe i should blame myself for being such a weakling???

going to the easter show http://www.eastershow.com.au tomorrow, so intending to go to coles later to get ingredients for sandwiches for lunch...as u all know how expensive the food is gonna be at carnivals. besides, the $ saved for food can be used to pay for the showbags.

its always nice calling home...even though u expect them (ma & pa) to ask u how are things going and that would mean "how's jobsearch?", "how's your visa status?", blah blah blah. i know, being parents, they'll be concern and want to know your well-being. but being children, we know what we're doing and feel paiseh/bad/unfilial that we've to tell them "oh...not yet, still looking", "i feel very demoralised and miss home", "i m quite tight now, can u send me some $?". what i miss from home (other than pa, ma, my brothers, brother's gf) is the food, the familarity, friends and also not forgetting, shopping. i miss bugis, orchard. :P see, i told u, i m back to talking abt shopping again. good idea that i should jus stop right here, right now?

the rain is gone...meaning i m going out!!!! out of tis boring house.