Review the old Sun, Sea, Sand... It's Sights, Sorbets and Shopping!

Vacation Notice :


Feeling rather drained after college today. Worked crazy last night completing three different subs, and preparing Valentine's gifts for today's celebration. I hadn't planned to do anything, but the idea just took root in my head yesterday and I went ahead with it - especially as I was conveniently eating in OU that night. Dressing gifts and writing are, after all, two things I really enjoy!

It would take a lot of oppression for a girl not to feel excited about flying off to the Gold Coast the very next day; maybe it's not oppression but fatigue that's dampening my spirits. A good night's sleep should put that to rights though, and I foresee myself being cheered up by being in the presence of my adoring cousins - who themselves are sugar, and spice, and free of lice. X)



Back in the country on Wednesday, the 17th.

Back to college 24 hours after. Oh man.

A Pensive Adagio

Perhaps the hardest part about having divorced parents is that the one who stays separately doesn't know the minute details of your life. The details that distinguish one day from the next, that prevents the week from being just another block of seven before meeting for the regular Sunday dinner.

I'm being less than general here, but it somehow gets tricky to share this little jarful of anecdotes; often it feels like I store them up hoping for an appropriate moment to laugh about them, or moan about them, but that window of opportunity evades me.

What 'details' do I mean? Oh, little things like how I left my blanket out in the rain yesterday and had to dump it in for washing and sleep with a musty spare throw instead. Or how my first visit to the cobbler went today, because the strap of my sandal broke suddenly as I was walking around college middle of this week.

He doesn't even know I nearly melted in the sun on Saturday and stood for 2.5 hours straight on Sunday evening, both at Showdown 2010 in OU. Or that I played backup singer for the second time in my life at a Youth bbq two days ago. He scoffs at my commitment to dance when I tell him it's causing me to slip academically.



The strange thing is, I don't remember these things when I'm with him. And it sure would be queer to read him updates from a list at dinner.

But ah, such are the vagaries of life.

"It's a Shopping Mecca."

My heart is beating fast just thinking of it.
Those words triggered a spot of research on the Gold Coast where I'll be spending the whole of my coming CNY hols...

absolutely disrupting my Literature analysis - which I'm sure will never be finished on time; that is, by tomorrow morning.

Die. But oh, to die for...

I promise to keep half my suitcase empty on the flight there. Or at least bring a spare suitcase or some other. *Maniacal shopaholic laughter*





P.s. January updates in progress. Too busy to blog these days.