The Itch.

 My hands itch.


My heart beats faster when the homepage of charles and keith uploaded. (The internet here is VERY SLOW. Like KTM kt kl. Like u waited forever nk smpai to shah alam from kl sentral. I was very patient u see….)

I stared into the monitor like I was a guy addicted to porn. (ok, that’s a wee bit of exaggeration coz the sight of Pamelo being brought in by the galley boy did distract me for 5 mins).


Then something caught my attention.


Finally!


A Solid Thing I can hold!


Trembling at the sights of the news paper. English news paper! At last, a non-vietnamese-and-a-famliar language!

I grabbed the news paper and went straight to the fashion section. I didn’t wink even once. I didn’t even miss the sale section – I even spent my own sweet time looking at the comfy bed and mattresses on sale in Singapore. (for God sake, they’re not even in KL ok. But it gives me those comfort feeling again)


Now I’m in balance. I can make it. I convinced myself repeatedly. I can make it.



NO. NO.


I need my monthly magazines. I NEED them desperately. Those magazines are my girlfriends! My home-sweet-home feeling when I’m away from KL.

And WHY ARE THEY HOLDING A SALE WHEN I’M FREAKING OFFSHORE????!

tgk laaa handbagss tuuuuuu...SAKIT HATI GILA.

I think Charles &Keith is mocking me with LAST CHANCE to buy ending at 16th April 2010.

I need to shop. I need my high heels. I miss my high heels ;( I miss my handbags =(



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I’m gonna cry now =(

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Is this a sign from God that I shud quit being a wellsite geologist?


*suddenly my credit card statement balance comes to mind. i just have to be strong.*