Friday the 13th came and went without so much as a broken finger nail. It was said to be the grandaddy of black Fridays because of the date. 13-10-2006 (or 10-13-2006 if you prefer) adds up to be 13, which happens only once in many lifetimes. I’m not a superstitious person, but in between being all alone in a house that likes to make random noises at night and the neighbour’s warning about crazy violent knockings at her front door, one can never be too cautious.
I’ve been left behind to fend for myself in an empty house for a week and one day now, while the Boy frolics and bbq’s in the sunshine some 700 kilometers away. J/k. He is away for serious matters (the frolicking came secondary), and I’ve been spending my time moping around the house being [even more] unproductive. I’ve come to depend on him for many things, and when left alone I become a mess of scattered clothes, empty fridge, burnt toast and dusty floors. This dependency is not cute, what man would want a girl who lacks the skills of stocking the fridge and toasting bread? I can’t begin to imagine what horrors will unfold when I do have to live on my own again.
I’ve been thinking and assessing the balance in the relationship, and concluded the following:
He’s strong points: capable of doing just about everything, tho needs nagging at times
My strong points: nagging
So you see, without him my brilliant skills will be at a lost.
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These last few days have been unseasonably warm. The moment I step out the door and feel the heat of the sun, my mood brightens and I have to urge to skip down the street flinging my arms in joy. (Un?)Fortunately, my fear of social judgement prevents me from acting like a total lunatic, and to compensate I play dress up instead. A pretty day needs a pretty outfit to match. On the weekend I overhauled my wardrobe, putting away all the heavy winter gear and brought out the copious amount of singles, shorts and dresses that’s been in storage for the past six months (due to the on-going conflict between the lack of wardrobe space vs. a few too many pieces of clothing). This is always an exciting process as I rediscover items that I have forgotten about. So it’s almost like going shopping but without spending money. One of the best rediscoveries was a pair of cute red shoes that I bought when I was in China at the end of June and had completely forgotten about. They were still new and wrapped in plastic. I was as giddy as kid with a new present, and gave them a good work out with a cute sun dress on Wednesday. They may not be the most comfortable shoes, but the ‘’I love your shoes'’ comments I got through out the day made the blisters on my heels well worth it.
Oh yeah. I forgot the password to my old flickr account, and cannot remember it for the life of me. A new one has been created, with some photos from Mt Dandenong uploaded, the old one still exists and I cant even get to it to delete it. Darn it!
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