OH MY EFFING GAWD, I just won my first ebay bid! 
Laugh, sneer, whatever – I’ve only registered for ebay a couple of weeks back, and really didn’t think I’d be actually buying/selling anything. But I am.
I was bidding for an Unazukin, and got outbidded on the first one I had interest in – by 50 puny cents. It was a heated last few minutes, I can tell you. Oh well.
Anyhow, managed to secure the next one I bidded for. So now, after payment, I’m eagerly awaiting my new acquisition to arrive in a couple of weeks. *rubs hands in anticipation*
The Amazing Race is back! And it’s the family edition! Must say it’s a novel idea by CBS to try to freshen things up a little after 7 seasons. Not that it needs it as much as Survivor does. Urgh. Who wouldn’t like seeing all those damn fine destinations that the contestants get to jet to?
Pity this time round, all the jetting (or driving, as was the dominant mode of transport in ep. 1) around is only going to be limited to N. and S. America. At least the families of four are great fodder for us viewers.
You know it’s going to be a good season when you’re already rooting for a team to win, and hating a few others.
We’re still on a Blythe-free roll, aren’t we? I’m keeping my word, people. 
Anyway, if I’m not going to blog on Blythes, I’m going to blog about sappy shite. I’m missing my boy at the moment, and he’s so far away it hurts. On most occasions, I’m the heartless bitch that ‘couldn’t care less’, so he says. That’s because I don’t cry at the airports when we part, or get all sooky when we’re on the phone. And I agree. On the bitch part, anyway. I really don’t see how being a sook over the fact that we physically can’t be together can help the situation. So sue me.
I get pangs of missing him though, and when it hits, it hits bad. Sometimes, I’ll be missing just lying beside him. Other times, it’ll be his voice. When I’m having a cup of bubbletea, I’ll think of how he likes the blended iced coffee flavour without the tapioca pearls. Little things like that. Even the shower cream makes me think of him cos that’s the one he used when he was on a month long trip visiting me.
I’m glad every day that I have him; that he understands me (on most occasions!); and that he loves me. And I think I need to tell him that more often.
I currently have on his cologne when I go to bed. Yeah, sappy. What did I say at the start of the post?
(Photo: At the boy’s place in Newcastle. I love the garden at sunset.)
Sometimes, I wish I can just hop on a train (because I happen to like this mode of transportation) and go off to some faraway destination. It doesn’t really matter where it is, or whether it’s an impromptu or planned trip – I just want to disappear for a while.
There are days when it’s all good, days when it’s not that great, and there’s those days where you go about just not feeling anything at all. On those days, escaping is good.
I remember the times during uni when work just got a little too much to take; the boy and I would sometimes just drive out to Dungog for some chips, or to wine taste in the Hunter Valley. Sometimes, it would be to Belmont to just watch the sunset. These trips usually take up half the day (or more); and even though they take up precious modeling-making or drafting time for an impending submission, it’s these trips that keep us going. And no, I never ever feel guilty after.
I’m sorry this turned out to be such a reflective post, but I need to let the blurb it out sometimes – it keeps me sane!
Enjoy YOUR day, whatever it is you’re doing!
I’m feeling naughty reading blogs by people I know who THINK that by concealing names, can bitch about other people I know without fear of getting into awkward situations.
Well, with a bit of simple deduction, it’s not hard to figure out who’s talking about who.
It feels like kindy or grade school all over again where we whisper all our secrets to one another and ostracise and form alliances.
I’m of course, devouring every word with relish.
(Cross my heart, hope to die. Won’t tell a soul what I read!)
