Wish list

Since I’m going over this weekend, I need to do some shopping. I need… Money. ( I hope I can steal some from the boyfriend.)

Anyway.. I really need new shoes. My old ones are stained with the dirt from the FIRST EVER PAINTBALL GAME that I went to. And I’m still proud of it. I need new, quality shoes that I can run, jump, and kick with. WHy the sudden burst of energy, I’m tired of being fat. HAHA!

I also need a backpack. I don’t want to torture my precious handbags with heavy books and loads of other rubbish. I need a BoyPack to carry all my gadgets and books to classes. I want a sling bag, but it wont be practical to lug 4-inches thick textbooks around on one shoulder. I want Brian’s Barracuda bag but it costs Rm95, and Brian swears it’s useless except for keeping keyboards, and it’s not comfortable. I NEED A BAG!

And I also need a new Haircut. I’m tired of my natural hair wave. I need something new. Curls? I’ve had it for a year. Go chop it all off and sport a new pixie-do? I’ll get bored of waiting for it to grow out. Go chop half off, and dye it blonde? *hmmm…. I might do it.. *

 

And the only thing I WANT right now, not what I need htough, is a new wallet. Long ones are my favourite. Unique colours.. Patent black, or bright red. Or maybe even white. OR gold.. oh, the heaven of wallets.. But problem is, I can’t buy one. If I buy a wallet, I won’t have any money to put in it. So.. that’ll have to wait for next month.. or maybe I’ll just hope to get it for Christmas.

Oh. I want Tresor. The Ultimate perfume. I love it. Please, if you’re buying me Christmas presents, Buy me a bottle of perfume please. Or two bottles.. I don’t mind. *huge grin*

Okay.. I know who reads this, and I expect Presents. I won’t love you as much as I love you now if I don’t see presents for christmas.
Oh hell, you know I love you. haha.. and We know we’re not talking about Brian here.

 

You know who you are.

I did something good yesterday

Yeah, I know it’s not good to brag, but to hell with it.

See, our campus has this stupid rule of wearing collared shirts and shoes to get our confirmation slip. And the collection place is at least a 15 minutes walk from the nearest hostel. To get the confirmation slip, all you have to do is go there, with whatever collared shirt and shoes you have, tell the guy your student number, get the slip, sign, and go back. You’ll be done in less than 5 minutes. Then you take the 15 minutes walk back to your hostel.

The people here (apparently they want to encourage people to wear “smart wear” so you can “live smart” and “study smart” *bunch of crap*) would stop whoever is not ‘properly dressed’ Eg: shoes, but no collared shirt, or collared shirt but no shoes, and then ask them to walk all the way back to change, and come back again. IN THE HOT SUN. which means accumulated time of walking is 1 hour. Minimum.

 

So, I was there that time, without a collared shirt and slippers (apparently it’s okay for girls but it’s an absolute NO for guys) and went in to get my slip. On the way out, I saw this sick (not perverted , but seriously ill) guy who wore a normal t shirt. but he had shoes on. The Security guard there had the NERVE to tell him, and I must emphasize, SARCASTICALLY, ”Balik tukar baju dulu, baru boleh masuk yer? (Go back and change first, then you can come in, okay?)”. So, being the rebellious person who stands for justice, I offered the guy my sweater IN FRONT OF THE GUARD, and I asked the guard “Skang bleh masuk kan? Dah ade collar nih (now he can go in right? This is collared)” and the guard quietly said “ya.. (no translation needed here)”

It felt so good to stand up to the security guard. and also the thank you I got when I got back my sweater. I tell you, it’s a great feeling. Mainly because I hated this place and the management.

 

I know it’s not good to brag. But, yeah. I did a good thing yesterday!