Playing James

I am in a just-finished-reading-playing-james-which-is-a-novel-with-a-happy-ending mood. Very exciting. As if I was Holly Colshannon. Ahhh. :D It was a good book. I can never get bored of romantic novels, fairy tales ending and unrealistic fantasies that seems so possible when you're reading these kinds of books. There wouldn't be a James Sabine in my storyline.



The holiday makes me think too much and when I do, I end up lying on my bed doing nothing, wasting time and falling asleep. But when you think about it. That is what holidays are for. Lying on the bed. Doing nothing. Wasting time. And sleeping.



Scratch the last paragraph. I shall spend my holidays wisely reading Shopaholic and Baby, The Undomestic Goddess (for the second time) and a new book. Ahh, sounds like an exciting holiday. Mummy says, what has happen to the world nowadays, she's laughing alone with her eyes focused on every word printed on the book and drinking a cup coffee on the other hand.



So how was my lovely bitches from the camp? Did you guys have fun? Waiting for you guys to come back. Better tell me every inch of detail while you were there. How was DHR???? How was DHR! Hahahahahahahahaha.


Okay, I need to go shopping. And no, I'm not like one of those people that actually have hundreds of clothes in their wardrobe and still say that they have nothing to wear. I just need more clothes and jeans and shoes. Why? Because I have nothing to wear. Hahaha. This is why I need to get out of Kuching. Or I can fly to kiwi-a-gogo-land. But I just have a teeny weeny problem. All plane tickets are sold out. Sigh.


Please tell me no one watched tv last night. Thank you.