Isetan Pte Sale/Congrats Collin!

I did not MIA. I am just... erm, busy.

Which is why I am enjoying this quiet moment to blog after all that din and squeeze all morning.

Been to Isetan's private sale with Xiang, Jackson and Collin early this morning, and even though I didn't buy as many things as I would like to (in fact I only got 3 things – a nude colour bra from Triumph, a Nike sports bra and a clutch from Topshop), it is still a trip worthwhile!

It's SALESS after all!! And I am so in love with Isetan Private Sale.

Dorkie was there too – babe, you are still the same crappy you and I love youuu. (So when are we meeting up? Heh.)

Anyway, where was I? Oh, I said I was busy.

Partly 'cause I have been coerce (kind of) into helping out at my parents' shop more often than I like to. At the beginning, it was only Mondays. Then Fridays. And now, my dad wants me to help out on Tuesdays too.

I understand that this is what's maintaining the family expenses and I also perfectly understand that being a part of this cohesive unit called family, I should help out. But I can't help feeling that it's more of, an obligation. And the only good thing that comes out of it, besides not being nagged for not helping, is the random fifty buckaroos I get from my dad.

I must admit, I ain't too much of a filial daughter.

And I guess no one really understands how I feel to be in the family. Not even Collin I supposed.

Complex issues aside, I am thus rather happy that school is starting soon, i.e. I have valid reasons for not helping out, though that reason doesn't spare my ears from the incessant naggings.

That's what parents do, right?

We all have views on how parents and parenting should be. I told Collin when I become a mother, I'll be the coolest 'cause I'll feed my children cereal with milk at breakfast, ruffles/lays and delectable chocolates for lunch, and bread with all sorts of fillings for dinner. (Menu subjected to changes.)

First thing, it's all the things I like. Second 'cause I don’t cook well, if I can consider myself being able to cook at all. Bah.

I like the idea but of course, it's pretty absurd and Collin vehemently disagrees. (And then again, who says my kids will be his kids.)

Uh, gonna make an abrupt end here, gtg.

Collin just called me, and he finished (I thought he was just going in, he completed the 50 qns in 20 minutes) and PASSED his final theory test.

Ya 'da MAN!! CONGRATS!!!

And me, I am going to CDC to meet him now to apply my PDL and final theory test date. *grouses*

Collin, drive drive drive!! Drive me around!!

Maybe I really need to be a parent myself to understand. But right now, I choose to live as it is. And it doesn't really matter to me. Or does it?