And that, I had meant Emily Griffin’s Something Borrowed, something I had wanted to get for the longest time but was put off by the pricey tag.

The realisation hit me when I made a trip down to Borders yesterday.

The main culprit that had caused my present state of bankruptcy(besides SBB‘s Christmas presents, muahahaha), is actually, books.

And I have to curb the urge to buy Brian Freeman’s Immoral(I heard it’s a blardy good read), and Collection of Short Stories by Ian Rankin.

I have just finished a female suspense writer’s book, and I realised why despite their immensely enjoyable plot and writing style people don’t usually like them.

I mean, come on, which guy would fancy reading a female police or female pathologist solving crimes and battling the baddies?

It will bruise their egos somehow, I guess.

Hurhurhur.

I shall admit how I was somehow reluctant to give female suspense authors a chance.

I have been reading nothing but suspense the entire year round, gripped by murders and hooked to the hunting process which is quite an irony cos the only books I had read are about God and serving Him in 2004.

*Yawns* I just woke up at 6.12pm(well, I finished my book at 9 plus, you see), to be informed that the guys would be meeting at 7 to play Battlefield, which I am contemplating of excusing myself from cos of budget constraints, as well as feeling a tad anti-social.

My blog needs some loving too, ya know?

The cool thing is, there will be NightRider for me tonight, and I don’t have to be bothered about cab fares.

I swear I thought it’s Thursday today.

Cool thing is, as much as I had been out for the most amount of times in the past week, some had been very kind to give me lifts home, which was a huge relief for the hole-bigbig pocket(though sometimes it’s still better for me to flag for a cab cos no one stays exactly near me).

Thanks to the kind souls out there.

And I am having a tummy upset.

I suspect its the sausages(!!!!!) last night.

And the sausages are screaming for attention, wanting a blog entry of their own.

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I shall admit that these days I choose activities and gatherings that would not exhaust my financial too much.

Gaming is alright cos you don’t eat nor drink, and it’s buy 1 get 1 hour free.

Sitting down at someone’s place to chat is cool too.

Sitting down at some coffee joint(not expensive coffee places) is alright too.

Going to parties which has no cover charge, is alright, but boring.

Free tickets to watch Narnia was the most enjoyable of all.

Staying home, is still the best.

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Latest updates for the lippy saga yesterday.

I hopped into Watson’s and saw the wide array of lippy on sale.

I randomly took one off the rack, thinking of trying it.

I paid for it and then went to the nearest washroom to apply it on.

Usually, I would be very generous with the amount of chapstick I apply on, and I would just anyhow-ly press it onto my lip with force, without tracing the exact outlines of the lips.

I stared into the mirror with horror when I realised what I had done.

I looked like a bloody clown with a thick cake of rouge, mixed with dead skin. Colours running amok.

Apparently, it was a coloured chapstick, that actually works like a lipstick itself.

Arggghh..

So there I was, without a piece of napkin, looking like a 4 year-old who had coloured her mum’s lipstick onto her lips skilllessly.

Arghhhhh..

I took some time to scap off whatever that was disgusting on my lips and stormed into Watson for the usual tube of Mentholatum, though I traded the yellow one for the purple one.

Let’s just say I don’t fancy the scent lavender that much these days, and I can’t wait to get my hands on another new tube of lip balm when this runs dry.

Well, at least my lips were no longer purplish nor chapped after I scrapped and peeled off all the dead skin on my lips.

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I can’t remember when I really have the chance to sit in front of my monitor long enough, since I would either be sleeping till insane hours, or those less insane hours, are spent out of the comfort of my haven.

Or maybe I was busy indulging in some loving with SBB.

Muahahahaha.

Alright, now I shall really wash up and brush my teeth, and drag myself out of bed.

Then, I shall decide if I would meet the others for a fierce round of battlefield thereafter.

Oh, it’s already 7?

Oops.