it's 13°, with broken clouds and 16pkh winds. you cannot get any better weather in Melbourne this time of year. but, i'm spending my time in this cubicle room thinking what to write in this blog.

my housemates went to see an art exhibiton called "the Impressionist". i'm not an art people nor intrested in any of that. i can if i want to. but, thank god, i'm already got soccer and f1 at the back of my head. it's has taken my time, money, and sometimes my emotion. i did cry couple of times when my team won or lost. ... yep.. i'm that weird...

so, they left me alone in the house.. waiting for the plumber (we think he's our landlord) to have a look at the water heater. we've been having a cold-warm shower for the last 1 week. Cannot stand anymore with the torture.
hehe... the opportunity left alone in the house shouldn't be wasted.. stay in the bed untl 1.30 p.m. i know it's seems wrong for a girl to wake up late. i still can hear my grandmama voice saying :"anak dara mana boleh bangun lambat, matahari dah tinggi, sarapan mana, baju bile nak sidai and bla..bla.." it sounds like only girl exist in this world that have to do all the job, where all the man goes?

it became a norma for me to wake up at this time around for the last 10 days or so. is going to bed around 7 a.m. is a valid excuse? haha being here, means i dont have to feed someone else breakfast except for myself which seems more easier coz i dont take breakfas. it gonna upset my stomach. it doesnt make u look good if u have to keep running back and forth to the toilet between classess.

and for the whole afternoon, feast myself again with Bridget Jones Diary. cant get enough of Miss Jones and the ever adorable Mark Darcy. dont know what get into to me this couple of days. got this kind idea where this one guy being romantic to me and love me so much as i am.. and it get more weirder coz the same guy keep flashing in mind. as far as i know him, he absolutely doesnt have or show the potential to be the kind of person in my dream. maybe, that's why people call it a dream..

the Q : is there one guy like Mark Darcy who love Bridget just as she is (despite Bridget smoke like a chimney, drink like a fish and having verbal diarrhoea ) for ME?

The truth is rarely pure and never simple

Oscar Wilde,
The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895, Act I

♥ ♥ ♥ aJLa I'm no angel.. and i manage to remain alive in my own quirky way

"Look at the stars, and not the reflection of the moon."

*having my wickest dream come true *hint* dvz *hint*
*not to kill anyone as a doctor
*a person who can swept me off my feet