One of the drawbacks of watching "Sex and the City", is that sometimes i get an inner voice, narrating what i'm thinking or what i'm about to do, or what i've done. And the person narrating all of it is not my voice.

It's Carrie Bradshaw (Sarah Jessica Parker). and it's like happening even till now.

In the show, she'll be typing philosophical questions about life like, "what makes a good relationship" and that kinda stuff into her black mac lappy.

And now she's like typing something in my head at this very moment.

"Why are you still waiting?"

Anywayz, won't be blogging for the next few days. Will be embracing domestic issues back at home for the next few days and of course, preparing for the exams.

To those bitches i met up for dinner in can A this evening, you'll be sorely missed. And thanks for the concern.

Bye for now. ;)