bangsar + twitter .

Clever me drove all the way to bangsar w dov as my gps.
Met up w ds for dress-hunting.
Bangsar's an expat area so of course everything's pricey.
Then again, we will eventually upgrade til that standard right.
Ventured to all the little shop lots with their concept shops and lovely decor (more emphasis than on clothes collection) & we had tea @ delicious.

Envisaged ourselves to be top career women w businesses and us being lady-of-leisures.
That is if we DONT enter the engineer profession & get stuck in plant operation + maintenance.
I'm glad I have friends, like-minded with the right frequeny still, at this age,
where fleeting friendships are made based on what the other party can offer vice versa , facebook!

Twitter account activation left me dozing off since I cant enter and its more for western countries usage. Perhaps when I'm back in aussie land, that's where I'll be rambling and whining, so do set up an account.

Mintze's request for an update on my non-existant life left me bemused and the day ended with the packing of luggage with a heavy heart.

Its not as if I'm going off to get myself hanged but one cant help worrying about life there.
I wonder if my sanity will be preserved and if I might turn out disatrous and self-destructive.

I love simple moments like that, just hanging around with friends, talking about dreams and envying the lives of others who seem to lead the high life.

As I struggle to reaffirm myself whlst talking to Jo, I wonder if I actually do know what I'm doing.

I guess this is what life is about, struggling to find yourself.