I just love the smell of freshly laundered bed linen. All set and ready for me to crawl into bed, wrap my king-sized duvet (on a queen size bed!) around me, and fall asleep nice and toasty on a cold winter night. Ah, the little pleasures in life. =)

I like my life now. Having my own room, having time for myself and learning about independent all over again. For the past two years I've been relying on Mark to be my handyman, but now I feel like I'm learning how to do things myself. I like being able to do whatever I want, whenever I want. This is what I will miss the most when I go home. True, home is home, and that is the main reason why I want to go back to Singapore. I have learnt to appreciate and miss home much more because I am away. But under my parents' roof, I have to be accountable to them, and follow their rules.

Does having to be accountable and following rules make me any less, well, me? Well, I don't know. But I like having space I can call my own, and having to only be accountable to myself (and ofcourse, my loverboy).


What does money mean to you? For me, it has always been a means by which to make me happy. Ofcourse, there are many emotional and spiritual joys that money cannot buy, but I would use it to give me what little happiness it can. I have always felt that I would spend the money if it could enhance an experience. But fundamentally, it is but a bonus. A hawker meal with the right person could be an experience of a lifetime, but if you could have a meal at a romantic restaurant with privacy, candles and soft music, wouldn't it enhance the experience? I think spending money in that way is justified. If buying a bag can make me happy everytime I use it, then it is justified as well! =) I appreciate that I still can feel happiness at accumulating material possessions, at finding a bargain or falling in love with a dress. To me, it would be sad to get to the point where I have nothing more to work towards, and it all loses its lustre.

At heart, I am a practical girl. It wouldn't matter if I were staying in a HDB flat, or a condo, if I am staying with someone I truly want to be with. Why spend money paying for a condo you can ill afford? Does it make that much of a difference? At least to me, it doesn't.

I would rather you shower me with attention, and give me little gifts than ignore me the whole time and try to make it up with a huge present. Don't get me wrong, I love receiving presents, especially those in a robin blue box! (heh) But showing that you care and love me and that I'm your priority would make me happier.

I hope that these things about me don't change, and I don't morph into this materialistic, status-obsessed workaholic in the future. Lets hope that this post exists to remind me of who I was if that time really comes.

22 days more!!! How time flies.. why can't it fly faster?! >_<