february drizzles

It is raining on the outside.
I was hesitating and procrastinating a lot.
The movie i wanted to watch...
The person i wanted to watch it with...
The things i would do if i can't make it to the show.

And its end up more like...

The movie i wanted to watch already been watch by lotsa other people
So I left with few people who would want to watch it with me
And so they are all busy...

So i end up sewing my skirt...
My playlist keeps repeating the 3 new songs...
one cantonese song, another english, and another mandarin

To stay at home at a sunday really bores me out.
I keep "brainstorming" to find something interesting for myself to do.
So i end up here...

I wanted to continue to sew my skirt but the sewing shop is closed today.
As i need the edge of the cloth to be trimmed....

Then i thought maybe i could go myself.
In my mind, i'm imagining that the cashier at the cinema counter look at me with sympathy.
I dont want that...

But I still can't believe i couldnt go for a movie today
for goodness sake, its a sunday.

For i still put on little hopes hoping that there will be at least one pops up to tell me...
I'm free lets go for a movie...


I might start on sewing another dress...
Might not.

I kind of hoping miracles happens....though........
The rain stopped...
but it still looks kinda gloomy.




















new color pallate for my spring summer collection

Smallest bag in my collection

night market raid...

Why girls need shoes more than their meal...

picture credit to flickr



JUST BECAUSE. NO WHY

Valentine

This year's valentine was almost the same like last year.
Except for the fact that...

i have a job

and i kinda have a stable relationship with the current one...
what i like and what i have always been looking for...


Today i managed to made a business...selling valentine's flower to B who just
got together with A. so cute...

B = the boy
G = the girl
I = I la what else...

B : hey may u got sell flower issit?
I : (not knowing that he has a girlfriend) yeah...you want? give to who leh?

B : To G geh...Got delivery ah? How much?
I : (so excited to know about the news) Woah...then, i'll email you about the details.

B : Okay...i see already i let you know k?
I : Sure (laughing so hard trying to contain)

B : i would like bright coloured flowers...any recommendation?
I : well, theres only 3 to pick from...orange, pink and red.

B : Then i want the orange one...(code XXX = 9 roses with a heart shaped wand) (not cheap too)
I : Okay

I : So its attention to G and its from B la ya?
B : yeah...its attention to G and its from "smiley choc" lol...erm, how about the delivery time? coz going out with her at 11 am like that...and how about the payment?

I : yeah...make sure u bank in asap
B : oh, i never banked in money before, issit okay by tonight? or tomorro morning? sorry u need to keep replying me.

I : Its okay. (so funny right? and so sweet!!! " smiley choc" wahahahaha...sorry...not intended)
B : and oh oh.... dont tell her about it...she dont know wan...:) thanks

I: Ah...i know its a surprise...

An situation of a disasters of dilemma appeared.

I : hey, so sorry the orange roses is sold out. only got pink and red
B : (in despair replied a sms) pink lo....

I : okay...so sorry
B : you see before the actual flower? nice anot the pink wan?

I : (i assured him for such a long long time...and say...if got complain upon receive the flower, tell me )

And after a little testing B done on G...B found out that G doesnt like pink! OMG...

B : Oh no...can i change colour? can i? she dont like pink o
I : I dont know i'll ask and see...

B : ( very gan cheong and say ) kenot change ady a? u busy a? sorry ah...
I : called the supplier and ask....its a green light so i immediately change it to red.

I called B and tell him i already changed it to red.
And he feels bad for changing the colour...as i told him Scarlet red rose is quite a matured colour.
And upon noticing it....he decide for a very long time and


B: Erm, I also confuse already. LOL ....Any suggestion?
I : well, your pink rose can always come next year isnt it? and i assured him that the red will be fine...and the light pink rose is not so good after all...

B : ok la...pai seh ah...later ur supplier also mad for keep changing the flower... lol...no experience ma...haha... thanks also...
I : you are welcomed...

At midnight in msn chatroom....

B : i want to ask...tomorrow she will get it before 10 or before 10 only the supplier start to send it out?
I : (well friends, what do u think?) of course she will get it before 10 la...boy

B : oh okay...why u call me boy?
I : coz u are like kindergarten on a date...so cute so sweet...


well, its alright...most girls will enjoy the frantic boyfriend trying to schedule everything and everything on his fingertips. and the amount of surprises the boyfriend managed to give to the girlfriend. surprise element always does good deed. all girls like pleasant surprises...haha
....so good to be in love.

MY CAR!!!!!

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