Deliciously Stephy

I was tired and sick after a midterm last Thursday. A running nose and nagging cough were killing me, so I took a long rest on Thursday; and then on Friday, I went shopping.

I actually hadn’t shopped for a long time. It was so not like the old me, but the reason I went shopping was that I needed to get a friend a birthday present. Unfortunately, I didn’t find anything good on Friday, so…… guess what? I went again on Saturday. I planned to shop quickly and then went back to school to work on my programming assignments, but I ended up shopping for a few hours and then I went home because the stuff I had bought was too heavy.

One more bad thing was that I found 4 pairs of shoes that I wanted to buy. Three of them are boots…… but am I having too many shoes? When I was in Hong Kong, I saw really cheap boots, and I bought 3 pairs, telling myself that they were cheap and I wouldn’t need to and I wouldn’t buy any more pairs in Toronto.

Another question: would there be chances that I can wear them? Everyday I wake up and rush back to school. I simply grab something quick to wear. I know I look terrible, but who cares? I’d rather sleep a bit more.

Anyway, I’m still struggling between “save your money” and “dun miss the good boots”.
You know? It’s always very hard to find what you want (Devil speaking).

Apart from shoes, I saw a very beautiful Christmas tree at Pottery Barn. It was small but very delicate and attractive. I told Chap about it, and he reminded me that we already had two Christmas trees at home: one green and one white. Oh Yeah~ we both should stop buying so much rubbish. Undoubtedly, we both like to spend money. We bought a lot of useless things, and then we regretted when we needed to move. Bad eh? We’re changing…..

Well, this is how I spent my Friday and Saturday afternoon; and on Saturday night, I went to two birthday parties. It was fun except that I had some little arguments with Chap at the 2nd party.

He always hates my getting drunk, but it was his friend’s birthday party—he thought he would be okay with that as I would be in his sight when I was drunk. Nevertheless, it turned out to be another story.

He was angry with me when I started getting a bit tipsy. I was really upset about it, and I cried. You know? The reason I went to the party was HIM — I wanted to go out with him and tried to know his friends. All I was doing was because of him. He didn’t want me to go clubbing again. Fine! I’m not going anymore, but now I was already drinking UNDER HIS CONTROL. I was really surprised that he still had problem with that.

Anyway, his friends seemed to be able to convince him to relax and let me have fun, so it was ok afterwards; but then, another thing came up. I happened to play with someone whom he hates. I actually didn’t know he hated that guy so much; I only knew that he didn’t like him. Anyway, this thing brought us to another fight. I could no longer bear his dictatorial behavior over my freedom, so I refused to talk to him. He went away, and I started chatting with a friend on MSN.

Weird was I quickly understood Chap’s feelings after chatting with this friend for a few minutes.

My friend said guys like to be seen by his friends that he had power over their girlfriends; same as gals wanting their girlfriends to see that their boyfriends care about them very much. Yeah! This is so true! Maybe I was being too “active” in the party. The room was very crowded, and I walked around and sat at many different places. Basically, I talked to anyone who happened to sit besides me. I agree that I should always be on my boyfriend’s side. I shouldn’t talk to and play with someone whom he hates; but on my defense, I talked to him because his girlfriend was someone whom I had known at school.

Anyway, everything’s fine now. I feel that we’re getting better at getting along with each other.