i've been spending my time over the past few days stocking up on things that i may or may not need in australia, but i'm not about to argue with my parents over trivialities. if they wanna buy me stuff, go for it :) chances are that i'll get use out of them anyway.
i'm also in the midst of converting a shirt into a bag. i wasn't gonna wear the shirt anymore anyhow, plus my mom seems more than anxious that i remember basic needlework, what with her chopping holes into my dad's shirt the other day (to the faint sound of his protests while she cackled) just to show me how to mend the holes. so yes, people going to australia, i will gladly mend your clothes for you :) but anywho, i reckoned i'd need a utility bag over there, especially for groceries and such and it's given me something to do with my time at home. if anyone's interested, the unfinished product looks something like this:
that's what it looks like lying on my cinema-carpet carpet. yes, my carpet's the same as a GSC in some dead mall somewhere in KL. it might be Pheonix's. the bag's not great, i know, but it'll do :)
and am i the only one who's finding it harder and harder to get excited about leaving? about a month ago i couldn't wait, but now i really don't want to. it's not that i'm afraid of being able to take care of myself or that i'm afraid of starting something new. suddenly everything seems more worth staying for. i guess it's just like that thing where you really want to cut your hair cos you just think it's getting our of shape or whatever and the day you go to the saloon, you decide that your hair actually looks fine as it is and you decide cutting it isn't necessary, but you do it anyway. i can't be the only one who does that. ok, i'm not afraid of being unable to take care of myself, but i am terrified of leaving. terrified.
and now, doing it seems like an increasingly worse idea. bleh.
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