had a really awesome weekend.

Friday started out with drinks with Phil and beat at bungalow 8 with dinner afterwards, catching up with kel who just returned from his Singapore trip. Simple but satisfying way to start the weekend.

Saturday went shopping with marty who bought me a pair of shoes from nine west. Yay!! then bought some material to sew my own dress. When i actually get round to doing it.

Then went for Luke's bday celebration, which started at pier 26, followed by CBD, then to the Bavarian beer cafe, some irish pub, bungalow 8 where we stayed til closing time. By then, no other place wanted us. We got rejected by the oriental hotel and dirty jackson. possibly cos they knew we would be poor customers anyway, all we would have done was to sip water and sit around anyway. We sat at the tables outside the ship inn and finally said our goodbyes at 5ish in the morning because Luke and ceez had to rush to the airport to catch a flight to fraiser island. Brock and Zeezhan did not want the night to end just yet, headed of to embassy to see if anything was happening there

Marty and I wandered off to nurses walk where we sat, cuddled and chatted til 6am when we decided we had enough. We walked to wynyard train station and took the train home, stumbled into the shower and collapsed into bed.

After about 4 hours of sleep, we got up and headed to chatswood for lunch, did more shopping, i bought another pair of shoes, went back to Mart's chatswood home for coffee with his folksy. i was so exhausted, i fell asleep on marty's shoulder to the soothing sounds of chatting.

it's really nice to have that family feeling. having no family here, I really like hanging out with marty's parents. it gives a semblance of family life.

it makes me believe that perhaps, living here for a while longer wouldn't actually be a bad idea at all. Plus, eugene will be coming soon too!

There is hope.

This week looks up as well. My last week on Tower, having dinner with Marty's folks tomorrow, starting on Zurich as well which will be exciting.

Overall, Life's pretty good for now. The boyfriend is exceptional

my car hit a grey cat last night =(

I was giving Zeeshan and John a lift home after the guys went over to Mart's for dinner and drinks. No one could drive except for me.

We were going down the winding back roads of mosman which aren't very well lit at all.

I actually saw the cat belly crawling its way across the road and slowed down expecting the cat to have slunk its way through comfortably but instead, it turned and looked into the blinding headlights of the car and froze in the middle of the road.

I hit the breaks but it was too late and i heard a few sickening thuds as the cat disappeared from road view under the car. I wondered if I had stopped the car over the cat and half hoped i had run over it proper and that it didn't suffer to much but moments later, we saw the cat zip off with lightning speed across the road.

The guys tried to reassure me that the cat must have been alright if it was able to run away so quickly but it was still a unnerving event.

*sniff sniff*

Someone asked me the other day if it was possible to like 2 people.

"Yes." I replied. "But it isn't possible to love 2 people."

And I say this because my definition of like is a mere fondness for someone whereas my definition of Love is the feeling that you can only have that single person in your heart.

Love is outmoded these days, quite like chivalry.

Or maybe it has always been like this but no one really told us the truth until we grew up and found out for ourselves.

Ten years ago, I believed in happily ever after but now, I'd be happy if I get past the one year mark which incidentally is only 2 months away.

So between one guy and another, how does one choose?

The familiar but worn and outdated pair or the jazzy new one?

I guess it depends on the intended travel distance. If its long distance you wish to go, then the old ones seem a better choice because the jazzy new shoes might give blisters. If its just a night of partying you're after, definitely go for the jazzy new ones.

Or if you don't know how far you want to go, maybe wear one side of each pairs around for a while. Either one will come in handy at some point. although, wearing both at the same time may be tricky affair. Much like walking on a tightrope i imagine. A balancing act

Bought my very own first 6 piece set of sauce pans and pots in anticipation of my intention to move out. I feel like a grown up now :) Nevermind the fact that i have been paying rent and bills for the last year and a half

It's been a year here but God Knows where my money has gone but I am finally able to say that I have saved enough to be able to move out. Even if its on my own. Although good news is that Eugene is coming over so looking to move out together with him.

I have been looking around at a few places and have realised its usually a toss up between location and space. But of course.

So on one hand, I'd really like to move into a house but on the other hand, houses in prime districts are obviously ridiculously expensive so if its location i want then i have to compromise on size. Its a tough choice.

I just saw an apartment in kirribilli which overlooks the city skyline. I just know it will be gorgeous at night. I can just imagine listening to jazz, chilling out and having coffee in the lounge but apartments can get claustrophobic sometimes.

and then there was this house in balmain. No view whatsoever but 3 bedrooms for only 450 a week. would be great place for barbeques, dinner parties etc...

decisions decisions decisions