money matters

when you spend your days on swanston street at places like melbourne central, qv and bourke street, you're bound to find yourself looking into your bag very often. for your wallet. then add victoria market into the picture, and the ocassional bridge road, smith street and apparently, chapel street too. whadyou get?

a personal accounts book, to keep track of your weekly expenses.

on the left page: weekly estimated expenses. on the right page: frighteningly real expenses.

my estimations must really suck, because i never seem to be on track.

victoria market was hit yesterday, for winter clothing and gold handbags. i came out with another necklace, belt, fragant oil, wool jacket and a pyjama jacket. keep a lid on me!! my allowance for next week will consist of groceries, transport and ONE gold handbag. please.

i miss home. i miss 70cents rotis, rm2 maggi gorengs, and rm10 somerset grills. bwaaaa.

im being whiney, i know=] of course it's different here. quality, in various forms. a taste of sunsets and beautiful skies. well-kept libraries, efficient tram system. bigger servings, more space for kilos. independence with a touch of good sense. struggling to find yourself, but always getting lost. huge gardens, dotting the streets. massive campus with an equally massive international student base. late nights, and even later mornings. sun-kissed skin on cold, sunshiney days. vibrance, bursting into every corner of the grid. monotonously-driven, when you settle into a routine.

im still trying.

another set of obligatory pics:

~meldee's 20th birthday!! 040306 at arintji

three roses; wheee!


birthday babe meldee; yummy phaik wah


nigel the charmer, with manda during the day